|poster on my door early Wed AM|
The row was followed by a thorough cleansing with Hibiclens Antimicrobial Soap. On Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, I was instructed to wash my "body gently for five (5) minutes," which helps with the "prevention of surgical wound infection." It was pink and not unpleasant smelling, but it didn't lather up very well. I had to laugh because the washing instructions also included a line about not shaving the area of my body "where surgery will be performed." These must be generic instructions and not geared toward someone with essentially a total loss of hair. That was followed by patting dry with a clean towel and donning comfortable clothing - a pair of DHA sweatpants and an old, white button down (no pullovers or t-shrts was the recommendation, go with buttons).
|2 gowns, 2 socks, glasses - that's it|
|nuclear radiation warning card|
After taking away my glasses so they wouldn't get lost during the operation, they wheeled my gurney to just outside of my OR (41), the Induction Room. The waiting area is the hallway, literally. If you've seen the Fugitive with Harrison Ford, picture the area where he looks over the little boy with the chest films. A hallway. That's it. And they call it the Induction Room. Lame. At this point, they covered my head with a shower cap style hairnet. Seriously? What did they think was going to fall out and contaminate the incision? At least, I had as many warm (135F) blankets as I wanted. Then, the same list of questions from the Anesthesiologist plus a few more about past surgeries. I was able to name drop (it couldn't hurt) and made sure to let him know that my HR would be about 40-45 while I was under and that that is normal for me (so that I wouldn't be over medicated trying to get my HR and BP up to the sedentary level). It was then that I found out I would have a tube inserted into my trachea - ugh - standard operating procedure, as they say.
Finally, it was noon. Right as I was being wheeled into the operating room (very bright lighting, especially compared to the hallway), they started me on some relaxant and after moving from the gurney to the operating table under my own power, that was all I can remember till I came to in the Recovery room. As I understand it, my surgeon inserted some blue dye that wouldn't filter out of the sentinel lymph node so that when she made the incision at the radioactive site she could also see the first node which would be blue. That node and the second one were removed and sent to pathology while she continued and made the incision at the end of the wire. The tumor was then removed (with clean margins, they check for that), and then the bulk of the surgery is putting everything back nicely (cosmetic) and making nice seams. I am peeing a pale blue, and that could last for a few days. The nodes are clear of cancer, but it will be 7-10 business days before the full pathology report is back.
After coming to in the recovery room, where I finally got something to drink (ice water) and to eat (saltines and graham crackers), I was home around 5pm.
My throat is still sore today when I swallow, slightly more noticeable than the soreness from the surgery which is easily managed with some ice and tylenol or ibuprofen. And, I'm convinced that some of the soreness is from being in the contortionist positions required by that mammogram yesterday. Walking around is allowed for now, more brisk walking approaching a week out, and then I can ride a stationary bike one week out, and rowing can commence two weeks out.