First day in the hospital

Published by pam on Sun, 03/18/2012 - 2:00pm

 

Ryann and Marc come to visit me my first afternoon in the hospital  Both are so helpful and supportive its hard for me to believe.  Ryann brings flowers and a much appreciated smoothie.  Miller calls from school every chance she gets.  I am incredibly lucky to have such a family.

 

Oddly, I haven't thought much about the breasts yet.  I was thrilled to hear that there wasn't any more cancer than expected, at least not to the surgeons eyes.  One can't be sure about these things until the path comes back, of course.  But to the naked eye, all looked good.  

 

But the cancer is one thing and the breasts are another,  I suppose I'll really know how I feel once I look at the scars.  Marc looked when they changed my bandage.  He said all was well.  There wasn't a hint of repulsion on his face, more the opposite.  I guess that's a good sign.  Still, I don't want to look yet.  

 

So far, I haven't felt like I need the pain meds.  Tylenol seems to do the trick and doesn't run the risk of making me nauseous.  The memory of the nausea is still fresh in my mind.  In terms of pain, I've only gotten little twinges so far.  We'll see what happens next.  I told myself this was the easy part.  I wonder if I'm right.