How you doin’?

You realize that I’ve lied to every one of you when you’ve asked that question.  What do you expect from a Type A personality.  We bottle and bottle until we crack.  I’m probably close to cracking.  I’ll be more honest with you.  I think I used up all my positivity in the first month. Now I’m Surly Sara.

It has been a tough go since Saturday especially since my trip was cut short.  I know lot of you thought I should have been staying home and laying on the couch, but if there is anything cancer is not going to do it’s stopping me from living.  I had this trip planned since probably June and a little cancer wasn’t going to stop me. Ok, well technically it did stop the trip, but you know what I’m saying.  

Mornings are best for me so we would activity in the morning, nap in the afternoon, and hang out with the Prathers in the afternoon.  I usually sat at the table doing the puzzle.   

Saturday morning we left Lone Pine for the 4 hour drive to Vegas.  Somewhere after Rhyolite, I thought I felt my boob seeping more than usual, but in checking I couldn’t see anything.  I figured it was just a false feeling again. 

After a smokey dinner, I came back to the room while Murray walked Pabst.  I took my shirt off and knew it was not good. I waited for Murray to get back before taking off the bandage and watching fluid drain down my body.  The ER was close. My former SCA Amanda had already provided information so I just typed into google maps and away we went.  I already had my go bag-charger, reading glasses, pen, chapstick, wallet, and oxy (which the hospital confiscated but gave back). 

They quickly got me into triage. The male doctor couldn’t find a female nurse to chaperone and I said who cares. Ultrasound, CT scan, blood draw, etc. Then there was a lot of waiting.  I finally sent Murray and Pabst back to the hotel. At 4am I was in a room and after being awoken at 7am by a surgeon, I was in the OR at 7:30am. 

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. My night nurse let me sleep from 1130pm-530pm. Well I was already up when she came in. Then they came and repacked the wound. Murray said when they were unpacking it was like when a magician pulls the handkerchief out and it keeps coming.  We were finally discharged at 4pm and headed for Flagstaff. On Tuesday after some coffee with Della and her checking my temperature we headed home. The drive was long as Murray was emotionally and physically exhausted. We stopped a lot.  (Side note: his bro was in a serious accident after Thanksgiving). But we finally made it and I immediately went to the recovery couch. 

Which brings us to Wednesday, yesterday, since I’m writing this at 3:15am.  We went to my surgeon which is at the hospital.   Although I haven’t registered a fever, there were times my face was burning up.  And the smell emitting from the boob is enough to make me puke.  Murray smelled it and just thought it was the tape being sweaty.  Fucking tape.  I hate it!  I screamed when she pulled off the bandage.   

And when she removed the packed gauze I nearly puked - the combination of pain and smell almost had Murray’s shoes full of vomit.   I cried.  

She repacked it and said it had to be changed daily.  Hopefully we hear from Home Health tomorrow.  Although I know Murray can repack it, it will be difficult on him.  As I wince and cringe, he would feel he’s hurting me. So we asked for home health.  I do have a backup plan hopefully!  Let’s hope we don’t need to use it Melissa.

I’m on two antibiotics.  The side effects are awesome.  I’m guessing one is insomnia.  Delusions or weird dreams is another.  Before waking at 1:15am, I was playing one of my idiotic games, but in real life.  Ugh!

I have two appointments next week…one with my surgeon and one with oncology.  I’m guessing further treatment will be postponed until this clears up. The surgeon did a culture and consulted with infectious care team. So many make up this cancer team.

Until then I’ll be bouncing, ok may be slugging, between the Recovery Couch (its name now) and the table.  I WILL BE TAKING IT EASY!

Until next time…