Well post surgery got a little dicey. The surgery itself went well. I do have a very small trace amount of cancer in one lymph node (not what I wanted to hear but from what I have been told it’s almost like no lymph node involvement because it’s such a trace amount), we will know more about what that means once the full pathology report comes back and I meet with a medical oncologist.
Once the anesthesia wore off and all my visitors were gone, I had what could be described as one of the worst nights of my life. The nurses didn’t follow the Doctors orders to give me 2 percocets every 4 hours, instead giving me morphine in my IV only when I rang the bell telling them my pain was probably a “15” on a scale of 1-10. I later learned that the morphine only lasted for abut 15 minutes, so I basically had a double mastectomy and then spent one night without pain medication. Every time I got up to go to the bathroom It felt like I was being stabbed in the chest with red hot knives and they were being twisted and turned. Luckily my mom spent the night with me, but I basically verbally abused her all night screaming in pain. The good news is that that night is behind me, and the more days that go by the more distant the memory is. Sorry all, the blog can’t be all uplifting. I am really hoping that was the lowest point i will hit.