As promised, I went in for surgery last Wednesday May 3rd. With a later check in time, we got to drop the kiddos off at school just like a regular ol morning, which was really nice. We got all checked in and then came the dreaded time to put in my IV. I have “small and rolly” (the very technical term) veins anyway, then with all the chemo they are just shot. After about 4 pricks in my arms and 6 in my feet and ankles, they decided it would be best to put me under with gas then figure out the IV sitch. Awesome. NOT.
My breast surgeon started her work at 12:30 and was out talking to my fam at 5:00 and my plastic surgeon finished up her part at 6:00pm. Long time under, no doubt. You should have seen the waiting room tho, or maybe you did and were there. Huge party. Just the way I wanted it. Friends and family everywhere. There wasn’t any Cards Against Humanity playing, but hard to dictate the party rules when your asleep!
Back to the veins, I have taken my badassery (yes, that’s a word) up another level. I woke up with the IV in my neck. Apparently, that’s the only one they could get to cooperate. Felt very junkie-chic.
Just to keep up the drama my heart decided to go berserk around 11:30pm after I woke up. Heart racing, pulse got up to 170, bp shot up, very similar to my last Taxol reaction. They quickly moved me up to the cardiac floor, which is where the party is at. After puking, a bunch of meds and a costume change I was feeling much better. Just like a frat party.
My hot shit Cardiologist came to see me Thursday morning and concluded that I am a freak. No one can tell me why this is happening, other than my body doesn’t like drugs, and although it is extremely scary and alarming it is not necessarily harmful or damaging to my heart. Show off. She prescribed me some meds to carry around in case I ever need them, but to keep on truckin and be assured that I am OK in this department.
We got home around 6:00pm on Thursday night. I am astounded at how well I am doing. I haven’t taken a prescribed pain pill since I got home from the hospital and I have been up movin and groovin ever since. G and I even walked up to breakfast yesterday. It’s kinda been like a little mini staycation. The kiddos have been in Dallas since Thursday, and although we miss them like crazy the calm and quiet has been incredibly healing! Those crazy bastards come home in a couple hours! Ahhhhhhh.
As always, thank you so much for the love and support. The few days before surgery I will always remember. Many visits from friends, gifts, flowers, treats, calls, special lunches, encouraging words, farewell tatas toasts, etc. You guys sure know how to fill a girl up!
Wednesday we get the full pathology report back from my surgeon. We are all hopeful this is going to be nothing but good news. I promise to report back but please send all your rainbow sparkly unicorn glitter juju this way.