Here's a copy of an e-mail I sent out this morning:
Just a quick note to you with an update.
About two weeks ago I was diagnosed with breast cancer again, a new tumor of the same kind I had before, in the same breast. I opted for a double mastectomy to get rid of the cancer.
On Tuesday morning, Andrew (my son) and Jamie (his girlfriend) drove me to Portland to Mercy Hospital Fore River for my surgery. They came in on Sunday evening from CA and we had all day Monday to visit and do some fun stuff. They were able to stay with me in the prep area right up until the time they wheeled me down the hall to the OR.
So they got to meet my surgeon and the anesthesiologist and the nurses who were caring for me and got the same information I did about the procedures in a double mastectomy. I chose not to have the "happy juice" before surgery--I was quite relaxed and not at all fearful or anxious, my blood pressure was normal etc. So I was awake as they wheeled me down the corridor and into the OR. What we all appreciated so much was the calmness throughout the whole experience and everyone's positive words and approach. I wasn't in the OR before too long when I went right to sleep as the nurse was reading the first of my affirmations. This was around 12:45. The next thing I knew it was after 3 and I was in the Recovery area. Shortly after I was moved to a private room on the third floor. This evidently was part of the Mercy Hospital Birthplace--three new babies way down the hall that I never heard as well as one very pregnant woman. One other woman had also had a mastectomy and she and I shared a nurse for the time we were there. I'll post pictures on the blog.
|view of the Fore River from my bed|
|would have loved a soak in this tub|
|best rocking chair ever, flat screen TV, sofa/bed for company|
|adjustable hospital bed by the window|
|corner sink in entryway to room|
|bathroom with roll-in shower|
and they left around 2:3o to go north to visit his father at Chemo Pond for a few days. I had Andrew take my car so I wouldn't be tempted to drive, though my doctor says I should be able to drive easily by Monday.
I expect Andrew and Jamie to come back on Sunday night or Monday morning. We have tickets to Schooner Fare at the Brunswick Summer Theatre for Monday evening and I'm looking forward to that. Tuesday morning they'll go with me to my post-op visits with my surgeon and then with my oncologist so Andrew will know what if any follow-up treatments are planned. Then we'll go out to the Lobster Shack at Two Lights and get ice cream at Red's before they have to fly out at 5:30. I should be fine to drive myself home. I'm hoping to have the drains removed that day so I'll have even more mobility.
I expect that I'll have a 6-8 week recovery time, mostly to get the use of my arms back and slowly build up lifting ability. Right now I'm not to lift anything that weighs more than one pound.
I'm feeling great. I slept really well last night. My appetite is good. And the cancer is gone!
Thanks to all of you for your positive thoughts, for reading my affirmations on the blog at http://notesfromthewoodshed.blogspot.com and for everything else you do for me. I love you!