The Next Few Weeks

The Next Day

When I woke up, the kids were already awake as were Nana and Pop and the house smelled of bacon, eggs, pancakes, and coffee (which people with cancer should only eat organic eggs- again more on this later).  "YUMMY!" I thought.  I had to shout to Pop to let him know that I was awake to help me off of the couch so I could go to the bathroom; until you have had surgery you don't realize how connected your whole body is- I basically couldn't use my arms for much.  After I got out of the bathroom, he quickly delivered 2 more pain pills to me, he stated that he never wanted to hear me in pain like that again- LOL.  I agreed, took the pills, and then he helped me up the stairs for breakfast.  Nana had already made me a plate of eggs and toast with a cup of tea (WOW- actual food).  I enjoyed every last morsel!  

Not long after breakfast, Peter arrived.  I was so relieved to see him, and I was glad he was feeling better.  I tried to give him a hug- but he gave me a kiss instead (better option- again I couldn't really use my arms at this point).  So while Nana and Pop cleaned up the rest of breakfast, we were chatting and Pete was asking me about how everything went and so on.  Then Pop brought up about what happened the previous night and how many pain killers I took.  Well, Pete's eyes nearly fell out of his head.  He asked to see the bottle and realized that I almost over dosed on pain killers- LOL.  We all started laughing- I couldn't believe it because I really didn't feel any different, I just wasn't in pain.  He then went on to explain that if it were given to me in the dosage that was prescribed then that probably would not have happened.  HAHAHAHA- well that is what I get for not paying attention; OOPS.  

 

After a little while, Pete packed us all up and we drove home.  It felt so good to be in my own house.  And guess who greeted me at the door, my beautiful Roxy.  She was a gorgeous black rottweiler.  She was wagging her tail, well her nub, so fast that I thought it was going to fall off.  I will never forget, she walked right past Pete and the kids to get to me- as soon as she reached me she just nudged her head on my side and somehow she knew not to be rough with me.  So, Pete set me up on the couch with a pillow and blanket and the remote control; guess who sat right next to me on the couch- you guessed it, my Roxy.  I did not understand this at the time, but she definitely felt my energy and knew that I needed some extra TLC.  I definitely got extra love from her. 

 

As I was settling into my house and the couch, I was trying to get a handle on what happened to me, what attached to me and what hurt if I moved certain ways.  Well here is some advice, don't try to pick your arms up- OUCH!!!!!  Also, don't put any weight on your arms or try to pick yourself up from the couch- another huge OUCH!  I then realized that sitting on my ass was PERFECT and very comfortable.  I started to take a look around as to what was on my body, I took notice of the four drains, two on each side of my body, that were coming out of my body from underneath my armpits.  I could recall the doctor saying something about them- again I was not listening.  Anyways, they didn't hurt and honestly they were just annoying.  I had to keep them in my pockets of my sweatshirt otherwise they would fall out and pull on my skin.  (side note: Peter read through my paperwork and it stated that the drains needed to be drained at least once a day and when they drain no more than like 1 oz or something like that then they can be taken out.)  Other than that, there was really nothing.  The stitches were on the inside of the incision, which are on the bottom of my breasts, which is awesome- little to no scars!

  The Next Few Days

The next few days were easy, I was taking the prescribed pain meds and all was right in my world.  I had more than enough help; my mom made us dinner, my mother-in-law did laundry, someone was always taking the kids or they had school.  Like I said, all was right in my world. 

         

Most of my days were spent sitting on the couch, eating candy (someone with cancer should not eat candy), and watching Shameless.  (Check it out- it is one of the best shows to watch if you want to feel good about yourself and laugh at stupid shit).  So my days were spent relaxing, healing and waiting for the drains (side note from before) to stop draining.  It was very uneventful but exactly what I needed for my body to heal.