Post Op Ramblings

11 days post op and as I said before, each day is better than the last. Except for those few days that just really sucked, those few days that I just couldn’t get out of the chair. I think a Lazy Boy recliner is a must for all women who have this surgery. Seriously. Because I still can’t get up if I lay down flat. Which I do, on a daily basis, just to stretch, but someone had best be there to get me up. On the 3 occasions that I tried to sleep in my bed, well…those are the days that really sucked.

But remember how I said I wasn’t going to renew my muscle relaxer? Yeah, I changed my mind. I need those pretty little pills.

The support and love I have been receiving has been truly life saving. Meals are delivered three times a week (and yesterday a friend brought us some food “just in case”. Gotta love your friends) and has really been helpful. In this house Alan does most of the cooking but I do the shopping. At first he wasn’t too keen on the idea of meals being delivered, but once I had surgery and came home completely immobile and unable to be left home alone he changed his mind. He has been a rock and has taken over the household duties that I performed (with a little help from my mom) and taken care of me and Mary. And now Michelle is home again so he needs to take care of her too. And don’t forget..he is the only one bringing in a paycheck these days, so he has been working too. From home. Nice.

So today, like any normal given day I wake up at 6:30 to start my day. I need to shower and dress and get Michelle out the door before 9 for day camp. And I was successful with that. Took a pain pill when I woke and got on with it. Alan and I dropped her off on time and then he drove me to my MD appt. Today’s appt. was just one of those yearly woman appts, you know what I mean. I had briefly considered canceling it because really…do I need to deal with that too right now? But I wanted to see that MD, I wanted to thank her for being so concerned about my overall health that she ordered mammo’s every six months for me. She is a wonderful OB/GYN and I like to think of her as a friend. She isn’t that MD that rushes thru your visit. She sits. Talks. Hugs. Loves. It was good to see her. When I left the girl who checked me out told me she was a 16 year Breast Cancer survivor. 16 years. She was 29 when she was diagnosed. And she, like me, was HER2++++. 16 years. That was way before Herceptin was on the market. So of course, I cried like a baby, standing there in the hall. Weeping. I was just so happy to actually talk to someone else who was HER2+++. I have an online support group of HER2+++ women but this was the first woman I spoke to face to face who had the same exact cancer as me. The same. Same. Dam, it was good to talk to her. To see her standing there before me all healthy and happy. Because this HER2+++ scares me. I had thought that before Herceptin was available it was a death sentence.

When we got home mom was here doing some cleaning….she won’t dust…and apparently dusting is what I will owe her after this is all said and done….and we went out for some breakfast and a quick trip to our chiropractor. What’s amazing about our chiropractor is that he can adjust me using some funky tool while I sit. So I don’t have to lie down…ha…can you imagine that? Lying on my stomach right now? But by the time we were done that I was done. I just needed to get in my Lazy Boy and close my eyes. Too weak to even open/close the car door. 6 hours had passed since I had taken a pain pill, and that was about 1.5 hours too long.

Mom, I will gladly dust your house to your standards when this is all said and done. Because it will be ALL SAID AND DONE!!

Tomorrow I see Dr. C. I will get my final pathology report. Fingers crossed and prayers being said that it will match my preliminary report. Oh God, please let it match the preliminary report.