Coming Home After the Mastectomy
The last thing I remember before going under–way under–is the anesthesiologist asking me if I knew of a good piano teacher closer to home because he wanted to take piano lessons. It seemed like seconds later that the nurses told me they played Chopin in my honor while Dr. Williamson performed the mastectomy.
The kids, Adriana, Michael, and Jonathan, are still making fun of how groggy I was in the recovery room. They kept asking me all kinds of questions and said I just kept responding with “Ahhhh.” They think they’re pretty funny making fun of their poor, old mother.
I got home about 5:30 last night (yes, I was home the same day). Never thought I’d see the day: drive-by surgeries.
It’s been about 36 hours since the mastectomy and I’m finding out again what a wonderful drug Vicodin is. And what wonderful friends and family I have displayed by the clean house, meals, flowers, phone calls, e-mails, cards and assistance with drainage tubes since I’ve come home.
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Welcome home! Thanks for taking the time and effort to post. We’ve been wondering how it went, and hoping and praying for the best. Tell those kids of yours to laugh it up–you can always find extra chores for them. ;)
Marie, so Chopin and lipstick …. perfect !!!!
I checked often yesterday to see if you’d updated your blog. Leave it to you to be right on it … now time to kick back and let others continue to help out in anyway they see fit.
Remember Vicodin may equal “stool softener” …. just sayin’ !!!!!
Let the healing begin … hugs, Carol
Glad to hear that you are recovering well. Thinking of you and praying for a speedy recovery!! Hugs Kaaran
Marie
I started working on learning your song, Longing, today. It made me feel closer to you and I hope you can feel our love and hugs from the Sisk family!
Love
Cathy