Thank you all so very, very much for your kind wishes today. You have no idea how overwhelmed I feel, and ‘Thank you’ just seems so inadequate.
I am home and can sum up the day in one word………………. Owwww!
I am sporting some rather fetching bottle green support hose, so Kermit is probably missing a pair.
It hurt when they put the radioactive material in, but by the time I was back upstairs on the ward, the stinging had stopped.
Half an hour or so later I was wheeled into theatre, and spoke to some very nice anaesthetists. They had a bit of trouble finding a vein, and had to go in sideways through
my wrist. I had warned them that my veins tend to do a runner at the sight of a needle.
The last thing I remember saying was how much Maggie and Hubby loved me.
Humphrey has gone to the great petri dish in the sky lab, and I have some intriguing street maps on my right boob!
My surgeon popped in to check up on me afterwards, and helped me get into my new sports bra. She was pleased with the sense of getting measured since my weight loss, and impressed with our choice, which in her own words was ‘most suitable’.
I will see her again in a couple of weeks with the results and details of my treatment.
My urine would happily match the turquoise hair and I would not be surprised if I wake up tomorrow with a blue sun tan.
Friends are on the lookout for Smurf outfits, but Hubby has already beaten them to it.
Once the waterworks were proven to be working, Hubby was allowed to bring me home.
The streets are full of ghouls and monsters for Halloween. It is really quite atmospheric as it’s getting foggy, and that’s natural, not for effect!
I was hungry, so we thought about stopping for a chinese takeout, but they were closed.
Option B was more synful, but no less enjoyable, so I’ve had my fill and feel pretty OK.
Tender, sore and prickly I suppose is the best way to describe it.
Painkillers of the day are paracetamol of which I can have one more dose before going to bed at 10pm. Hubby, bless him, is sleeping on the bench in the sleeping bag to give me as much tossing space as possible.
Maggie has been with MSM all day and been well behaved, having been spoilt rotten as always. Fireworks had been popping, but she settled herself in the downstairs loo (no windows and the noise blocked out with the fan on) and seemed quite content.
Text messages have also been flying in from friends, including my SW consultant.
I’m not going tomorrow intending to start my exercises and have a quiet day ‘sleeping it off’ a bit more.
I’ve rung Bro in NZ to put his mind at ease.
Everything has appeared to go well, and now once again we wait for the results.
October was Breast Cancer Awareness Month.
If you’re worried, don’t delay. I’m glad we didn’t.