7 years ago
Wednesday, November 06, 2013
Surgery, Boobies, and Kiwi's, Oh My!
Last year when a mammogram and ultrasound showed a suspicious area on my left breast, I needed to have an excisional biopsy done in the operating room. The decision was--since they were taking me in to the operating room anyways--that we would remove the large fibroadenoma as well as a smaller one while they were in there. My surgery was set for January 16th, 2013, and I was terrified. I hadn't been put under in over 15 years, and even then it was not surgery--per se--as I was just having my wrist set after breaking it. I was scared of being put under, it creeps me the heck out.
My surgeon prescribed some Valium specifically for the night before (so I could get some sleep) and the morning of (so Chris could drag me to the hospital without a fight, minus some kicking and screaming.) That morning I was nervous for sure, but the Valium certainly helped. We got to the hospital very early, just after 5 am. Once checked in, I was taken to a room and changed into the most awesome hospital gown ever, called a "Bair Paws" gown. Get it? It has hoses that plug into it to control hot or cool air to keep you comfortable. It was awesome! I realize the photo doesn't capture how awesome I thought the gown was, but that was just me being a big fraidy cat. Again.
Finally after 5 hours, I was wheeled off to surgery. I really wasn't freaking out at this point because whatever he put in my IV was making me suuuuuuper mellllllllllowwwwww. Yay for drugs! We got to the operating room and I remember them asking my name, what I was having done, switching to the other bed and the anesthesiologist putting the mask over my face. That was it. Evey over. The next thing I remembered was waking up in the recovery room with a very nice nurse named Linda talking to me. My surgery had taken just about an hour and a half, and while I was in recovery my surgeon was talking with Chris letting him know everything went really well and that the large fibroadenoma was 6 cm and the size of a large kiwi.
As they were getting ready to take me back to my room--where Chris was waiting for me--I asked them the most important question of the day, COULD I HAVE SOME COFFEE? I had had nothing since the night before, and now it was after 1 in the afternoon and Evey needed her coffee. They said they didn't think it would be a problem, but I would have to wait and ask my nurse. So naturally, as soon as I was wheeled back and my nurse came in I asked for coffee. Ha ha! She was more than happy to bring it to me, as long as I ate some crackers and felt fine. I did and I felt fine...and let me tell you that crappy hospital coffee was DELICIOUS! Not long after, they determined I was good to go home and we were on our way.
I was sore and uncomfortable the next few days--as you can imagine. Lefty was bruised to high heaven. Within a few weeks I was healing really good, the bruising was going down significantly, and the nerve issues were sorting themselves out. The biopsy obviously came back negative, and now 10 months later I am just left with two cool looking boob scars.
Hopefully there is no surgery in my near future. As I have mentioned over and over I am a fraidy cat. And ain't nobody got time for that!