So I’m sitting at home now, mostly able to type, much clearer headed, and healing. There is a wide range of movement I can’t do, and I’m still figuring out bits of that.
I’ve been sleeping in our recliner couch for the past 2 nights as I have been worried that sleeping in my own bed would be too uncomfortable, mostly due to an inability to roll from side to side, and getting up being a real pain the side. I might graduate to sleeping in my bed tonight, I don’t know yet. My neck would certainly appreciate me sleeping in my own bed, but we’ll see.
I have two rather large incisions on me. One under my arm where the sentinel lymph node was taken, and one where the tumour was removed. If I cared about such things, I’m fortunate that both of the scars (when they eventually heal) will be in non-visible locations. I’m actually a little disappointed about that, I think that scars are cool.
The incision under my arm is the one that hurts the most. This isn’t surprising as that is the location that sees a lot more movement (twisting, lifting, rubbing, etc).
Yesterday was a day of minimal food as I was still feeling nauseous thanks to the operation, pain and the drugs I was taking. Today I feel way more human and I aim to try the delicious looking cake my sister has made for me. I also want to go for a walk around the block to get my body a bit more mobile and drop the neck pain I have.
I could go through the ins and outs of Wednesday (surgery), but I won’t (unless you want me to) other than to say it was a really long day, the staff at the Royal Women’s Hospital are fantastic, and that it was slightly worse than I expected it to be.
I won’t get the results of the biopsies of the tumour and sentinel lymph node until Monday week, so in the interim I heal, continue to be spoilt by my loved ones, and gradually each day become more and more independent.
Today I could undress myself, tomorrow I might even be able to shower on my own. The wonders of a body which can heal itself from invasive surgery.