.....continued from yesterday.....
On August 17, I saw the surgeon who would be operating on me, Dr. Watters, a very sweet quiet man. Barb came with me, and together the two of us overwhelmed him. I think the nurse thought us crazy as well. We are Maloneys after all, and ya.......
He explained what was going to happen. I would have a lumpectomy and a sentinal node biopsy. They would then do their pathology thing that they do and let me know what the next step would be.
On August 20 I had a pre-op appt. The nurse explained everything that would happen, I had blood work done, my vitals were taken, an EKG was done and I met with an anesthesiologist to discuss my options (local, general, conscious sedation, epidural). I had other things done but can't remember what they were.
On Sept. 2, the day before surgery, I had trackers inserted. These are dyes which travel through the lymphatic system so that the nodes are easily identified during surgery, so the surgeon knows what to take out.
I am bored to death writing all this and can only imagine what the reader, you, must be thinking. Sorry. But I need a record of my journey and this is a good option.
Day of surgery, Sept. 3. *I will make this short. I checked in, got changed into my gown, waited and waited and waited, was wheeled to the operating wing (very cold area), met with the cute 12 year old (maybe 18? 25?, maybe 28?) anesthesiologist from South Africa (not the doctor I saw on pre-op day). He explained my options and settled on an epidural (5 needles in the spine) and a local freezing. The operating room was big and bright and cold. I counted 1, 2, 3.....8 people around me including Dr. Watters. He said hi and though I couldn't tell that it was him because of his mask, I assumed it was and said hi Dr. Watters. I was prepped and poked and sedated and looked at the clock.....8:30 am......I was semi-awake the whole time and screeched out when I felt them cutting into my boobie. I was given more sedation......8:30, 8:50, 9:05.....10:30 and it was over.
I was wheeled to recovery and immediately asked if I could go pee and ready to jump out of bed. No, no, no, that wasn't an option. I was given a bed pan. I felt fine and not in any pain. I don't mean I was stoned. I mean I had no pain and was totally lucid. I got bored quickly and wanted to go home. My sisters weren't allowed to visit me in recovery. Anyhow, after an hour or so I was taken to the second recovery room and as I was rolled along the hall we passed the waiting room where Barb and Moe Moe were waiting, literally about to leave. I said hi to them and all at once the 3 Maloney sisters were talking fast and loud and laughing. I apologized to the orderly. He was totally fine about it and pulled the gurney over to the side so I could chat with them. After a few minutes, I was wheeled to the day care area to continue recovery.
I was to sleep over the night of surgery, but was feeling well enough to go home, so with Dr. Watter's permission, I was released.
*I really didn't make this short, did I?