Surgery, Part II

Surgery is scheduled for today. Same players, thankfully. The same sweet little nurse, even the same surgical transport guy. It was a little weird. The only difference is that I didn't have months to get to the point that I wanted surgery. I had a week to prepare and I didn't want to have it! Period! I was more frightened becasue I knew what to expect. I knew it would hurt. I knew I would be laid up for weeks. I knew I would have a drain. I knew I would be stapled back together in gruesome fashion. And I knew they could come back!

Surgery was a few hours. Dr. Newman had reinforcements in the OR this time. He had another surgeon assist and a pathologist in the room with him. They removed 5 tumors, totalling 9.0 X 8.0 X 4.5 cm. "All final margins appear free of tumor." I was off to recovery, Dr. Newman filled Scott in on the surgery. An hour in recovery, I was back in my room.

Not wanting to repeat history, I was terrified to try and walk. I had never passed out before my first surgery and I knew I didn't want to ever again. I cried, I walked and I didn't pass out. I went home a few hours later. The kids were all there to greet me. Grandpa, Grandma and Uncle Scott were with them. We were all getting good at this surgery thing.