My Surgery Was Successful!
Yeah! The surgery was successful…whatever that means. I guess there were no complications, and I didn’t even need a blood transfusion. The surgery started yesterday at about 1 p.m. I remember falling asleep to 12 doctors bouncing around the room prepping for surgery. It’s crazy to believe that they were all there for me!
I woke to the most horrific pain, something I wouldn’t ever wish for anyone to experience. I wasn’t sure where I was, but I think at that point the nurses were wheeling me out if the operation room to Intensive Care. I was screaming out names for help-Dad! Wes! Christine! Lisa! Help-anyone!
I heard a nurse asking who “Christine” was. I thought I saw Dr. Kookinar (my oncologist) and called out for his help. There was about 4-5 nurses that attempted to move me from the gurney to the bed. They were hasty in moving me, which made the pain even more excruciating. I kept asking how much medication I was on and it seemed that the amount was less than I originally had up on the floor prior to surgery! Dr K. increased my dosage a little, but it didn’t help. At this point, all I wanted was to be sedated -- taken out of my misery, whatever it took.
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Melissa, so glad the surgery went so well, but the pain sounds so terrible. I'm a couple of days late in catching up on your updates so I'm hoping that by the time I'm reading/writing this that it has subsided enough to at least let you get more rest and healing time.
Well done! That was a big one out of the way.