Welcome to my life..my family..my world..unedited.

Ok, so here’s the thing….surgery sucks, and it didn’t go as well as planned or anticipated. I should have guessed when I passed out during pre-op, but alas, I did not. I mean, it’s ok…it will be ok, but not as well as planned. You know when the surgeon is disappointed that you should be, too.
One of my lymph nodes decided to go all rogue and wrap itself around a couple of very important veins/vessels. A specialist was called in to the OR, but he wasn’t crazy about the potential for damage, so it was decided to grab a couple nodes that were in need of removing and close me back up.
The intention now is to go to some sort of medical treatment (drugs) to shrink that jackass node down and maybe go in for it later.
Here’s the thing…I was totally expecting some sort of drugs afterward to make sure we get ALL OF THE CELLS this time. So the only major difference is that I may have to have another surgery (suck!).
Also, the ovary was just fine, so that actually is good news…I got to keep it, plus it doesn’t have any cancer in it…which means …

My oncologist was lovely enough to call in a couple of prescriptions for some pain relief. In honor of there now (well as of tomorrow) being 8 more days until surgery, I give you:

I FINALLY heard from the scheduler and I’m scheduled for March 29th to have my surgery to remove the lymph nodes and right ovary.
Other than that, I have no details. I have a pre-op appointment with the surgeon on the 28th, so I’ll find out more details then.  I have no idea right now if it’s in-patient or out (although I think in since it’s at the main hospital). I don’t know the recovery time, what to expect or anything like that.
What I DO know is that I am very relieved to have an actual date to have this stuff taken out of me.  Just knowing it’s in me has been causing ridiculous amounts of stress and anxiety.
In the next 3 weeks I’ll be getting ready. I have a to-do list a mile long – things for the house, things for the office, things for me.  Mike will be taking a little over a week off, and my mom and his mom are at the ready to help with the boys. I’m very thankful.
Now, if we could just get this “yucky stuff” as the boys know it out of me so we can work on moving ahead. Phew.

Wow, I know that kids are resilient, but oh my, is this kid of mine amazing!!
Last night, he couldn’t get up off of the couch or back on the couch after going to the bathroom and he was walking on his tip-toes to get around while using the death grip on our hands.
By the end of today? He’s standing, sitting, kneeling down for things, getting on and off the couch on his own and playing with the neighbors!! It’s obvious he’s still in pain, and I fully expect that, but the turn around from yesterday to today has been fabulous!
Of course, I’m totally worried about him overdoing it, especially since there’s just a tiny little steri-strip over his incision.
I’m thrilled that he’s doing so well.  I’m a little concerned that I’ll need to stay home on Monday since he has trouble leaning over to pull up his shorts, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
In the meantime, I’m relieved my baby is smiling and laughing again.

I had my follow-up appointment with my surgeon today. (well, first I had a visit with another doctor and a med student, but he was pleasant and had a wicked cool accent – and he was young, so he was concerned for my modesty – HAHA!).
Anyway.. Dr. C. checked me out, asked how I was doing, poked and prodded - the usual.  I don’t have many complaints – you know, aside from the numbness, tingling, electrical pulses, general pain that comes and goes – but they were more concerned with my scars. Oddly, they don’t bother me.  The boys ask how my scars are here and there; they’re calming down and smoothing out as the days pass (the scars, not the boys, hehe).
Dr. C. really took his time to let me know that they would continue to fade and be less pink and more skin tone as time passes.  Which is fine, don’t get me wrong, but scars have never bothered me.  I have scars on my knees, my hands, assorted other places and they’ve never bothered me; these are no different, even though they are big. I’m much more bothered by the sudden breath-taking pain and electrical pulses running through my …