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Best wishes for rapid healing.
My surgeon also said that I had the best result from chemo that he has ever seen in his decades of doing cancer surgery. He was amazed at what I started with and what they found, even after stopping the chemo halfway through. Several times he gave total credit to the Fabulous Dr Baker (my oncologist) for basically "curing" me before I ever had the surgery.Home again, home again, jiggety jig! Surgery went well, should have all the pathology results in the next couple of days but the surgeon said everything looked damn near perfect. No sign of 2 of the 3 tumors that were there originally, and the third one was "minuscule" and they only saw it when they were making the slices for pathology. One dose of morphine immediately after going to the regular room, and a second one in the middle of the night because of an incompetent nurse, but not even pain meds to come home with. I have a prescription for them but don't even have to get it filled unless I need it and it's not looking like I'm going to need any more than Tylenol.
Close call about 30 minutes after the surgeon checked on me this morning and we spent 10 minutes laughing about how he was my only doctor who had zero problems with anything he had done to me. That was at 9:45 this morning. I had my discharge paperwork in hand and had already called the husband to come pick me up when the nurse noticed a very weird, lumpy, pulsating bump and bruise under my arm on the opposite side of the lymph node removal. She called and texted a photo to the surgeon, who had no idea what it might be so he said wait for him to come look at it. He showed up at 2:30, has no idea what it is, pokes on it for a few minutes, checks for blood clots, then decides it's the cut end of the drain that has just migrated to the surface, no big deal, go home. Can't shower until tomorrow, can't drive until Monday, come back in a week and we'll take the drains out, no real precautions on anything else except "if it hurts, stop doing it" which is my mantra anyway.
Still with the damn exhaustion, but that's from the chemo, not the surgery, and can last up to 6 months. Speaking of that, it's nappity bam time. I'm too old for this shit.
And good job to all the warriors you sent in to do battle for you!