Home again...

I'm home from surgery #5...and the day after surgery is always a little harder, but I am becoming a true professional surgery patient. It's almost a shame that I am done and can't use all of my knowledge again for myself in the near future (not really, even Emma tells me not to like surgery too much or "God will think you want to have surgery again and make the cancer come back.")

My port (mediport) was removed, and that is what is the most painful...but it is more like a burning, healing sensation than any real pain. I'm swollen in the chest area, but that is too be expected - and more on the cancer side where my plastic surgeon had more work to do. He mentioned that with the two extra surgeries there was more scar tissue on that side. I feel almost nothing in my chest area. I wonder if I'll regain any feeling there, but I don't really care...it is certainly great to have no feeling there after surgery!

Anyway, it was another enjoyable stay in the hospital...perhaps I really enjoy drugs, perhaps I really enjoy the quiet and being waited upon, and watching television without people telling me that it isn't fair, they should be able to watch SpongeBob instead (ok, that was an amalgamation of two whiny children - one of the girls would say it was unfair, and Nathan would whine about SpongeBob). Then I would have to tell them to get back in bed, haven't I told you that 5 times already, blah blah blah. So a night away is fun. Bill is almost insulted by how much I like a night away, that I appreciate my surgeries just as a break, but it's not the night away from him that I enjoy so much...

I did have some lovely conversations with my nurses and the MA's...so much talking. I think I was most definitely preventing them from doing their jobs but they didn't seem to mind. They didn't remember me from my surgery like I remembered them, but they loved it when I mentioned details from our past conversations. I enjoyed the adult conversation in general.

I really do need to get out more.