I am still in a fair amount of pain from this op. It hurts. This one I am finding harder to recover from than the last. Probably becayse they removed so much more and had to get in deeper. My Dad also informed me that they had to blow me up like a balloon to get the cameras in (He used to be a nurse)… So I still kind of feel like one.
In terms of my imediate post operative recovery, I felt a lot better this time. However, there were no surprises there after finding out what happened last time. Before they wheeled me in the Aneasatist said to me “Hmmm, why is the an ECG here?” … I said “No idea!” … “Well it is dated November ’11, the time of your last op” … I was trying for the life of me to remember but the whole thing was so hazy. I took days to wake last time and felt hideous. I also barely remembered talking to the Doctor. So, this team I had this time did a little more digging and found out that the last Aneasatist gave me a huge amount of morphine in the last op (Which I am allergic to) and my heart stopped for a while. Hence the ECG. That is scary shit. It also explains why it took me so long to recover last time. They sent me home within a couple of hours of the op last time too! That is so scary to think of! Imagine!
Thankfully this time my team was a lot more switched on and didn’t give me a drop of morphine. I awoke within an hour or so and was much more alert. I stayed in hospital overnight and was watched every couple of hours. My blood pressure was low for a while but nothing too scary. They wanted to keep me in longer for pain management but they also understood being home was a good place to be.
As I said, I am still in pain now… It definately hurts a lot more this time and I have a lot more puncture wounds on my belly (I also look about 30 kilos heavier from swelling) but my head is in a better space.
Having to have a root canal too sucked. Cried a lot then because it just all felt a bit much! Everything piling on top. At this point we had also told little Miss about what’s going on. She was actually really good about it. Scared but good.
However, I don’t think any Christmas would be complete without some form of miracle right? I certainly don’t want to bring anyone down any more. Alas… For the positives.
Yesterday afternoon Kelly and I got a phone call from my surgeon. We knew as soon as the phone rang it was her so put it straight onto speaker. They told us we wouldn’t hear from them until today. So admittedly out hearts were out of our chests.
She went on to say….
“Go to Tassie, enjoy your trip. Your biopsy results came back clear!”
Clear people! Clear! Meaning the cancer hasn’t spread! I still need to have a small dose of Chemo next month but this is great news as it was just within the ovary. Which gives Kelly and I a higher chance of having a baby together and a great chance of a full recovery. The baby will still be difficult so we are seeing fetility specialists the week we get back from our trip but the most important thing is my survival!
It is the BEST news we could have got before Christmas.
We told a few immediate people yesterday but otherwise we took time to ourselves, to let it sink in. To let it settle and digest. I fell asleep around 7:30pm last night as I finally felt tired. Kelly said it was all the relief.
So Merry Christmas everyone. We certainly have a better shot at one now. And though we still have a road ahead with the Chemo and Little Man, it is certainly looking a lot more brighter a road to travel on.
With Love xoxoxoxoxox