Sorry I haven’t been on here to update ya’ll on the progress of the surgery. I have a one word answer for you: pain. Lots, and LOTS of pain. I don’t know what I had expected to experience when I came in here, but that amount of pain, discomfort, and fear were NOT on the list.
I went in a little earlier than scheduled on Wednesday and I got to visit with a few folks while waiting in the surgery bay, and the next thing I remember was waking up shivering, shaking and crying in some “PACU” place. Te nurse kept telling me to sop crying because I was making it worse for myself. I had LOTS f family and friends to greet me when I came back to my room, but the noise quickly became to much for me and everyone had to be kicked out. That Wednesday night was the
I have had two kids and they weren’t particularly easy births, but they were uneventful and did NOTHING to prepare me for the night after having my abdomen cut open. I counted down the seconds for nearly 30 minutes until the nurses could give me my morning meds. When they realized how much pain I was in, they set up a “pump” so I could push the button every 10 minutes and get the meds instead of getting it every 4 hours.
So, Thursday during the day wasn’t bad, I ended up sleeping through most of it, and Thursday night was good.
Friday was a great day, filled with guests, gifts, and even my boys came in to see me.
Saturday, though, has been a tough day. I think I have a cold and I’m very achy and shaky when I stand. Because the doctors decided to take e off of all narcotic pain killers, I have only had ibuprofen based products and they are quite as effective at qwelling the pain as the good drugs.
But over all, I got to keep my kidney, intestine, and any other organs rolling around down there and the mass ended up being smaller than the doc originally thought, more like the size of a large baseball.
The pathologists have NOT figured out what it is yet, it’s quite a mysterious “Blob”, but they are doing special tests on it over the weekend and will reconvene Monday to see what they think it is. Most likely, it’s a benign mass that grows on andrenal glands…hopefully.
Otherwise, I am ok. I’m shuffling around the hospital in my gown and walker, barely making it to the bathroom, and calling my nurse to put my handy “leg muffs” on (to prevent blood clots in the legs). So, you know, life is good. Plus, there’s soup, and that’s nice too.