Surgery: Double Check

....and just be grateful it won't be a "triple check".

There was some doubt as to whether or not we'd get approval for the port to placed during this surgery and I was starting to feel a bit pouty about the prospect of a third surgery. But, yay!, someone pulled a rabbit out of a hat, and they put the port in place yesterday, during the recision.

The recision doesn't hurt much, but the area where they put the port is pretty sore. I gather they had to move some muscles around to get everything in place.

But, all in all? Things went swimmingly. Surgery started a bit late (I was wheeled in to the OR a bit after noon, rather than at 11:30), but I was home before 5 p.m. and I got to sleep in my own bed (much more restful than sleeping in the hospital).

Thanks to Joanie, Karen, and Dorothy for cleaning our house again yesterday, while Frank and I were in the hospital all day. "Thank you" to Becky for a wonderful dinner. And thanks to my co-workers for the most fabulous box of chocolates (a box made out of chocolate, filled with chocolate), accompanied by the loveliest sentiments.

I will be meeting my oncologist next week to schedule chemotherapy. And in the meantime, we'll be getting Emily packed up and then settled at UCSB.

Monday Recision

I'm scheduled for the recision surgery on Monday, September 17, which is easy for me to remember, as it's my parents' anniversary. (Happy Anniversary, Mom & Dad!) ;-)

I'll check in at the hospital at 9:30 and surgery is scheduled for 11:30. Assuming everything goes well (and remember, we have no nasty lymph nodes to deal with this time around), I should be done by 3 p.m. and then home around 4 or 5 p.m.

Meanwhile, the MUGA this morning was pretty boring. Frank and I showed up at Alta Bates hospital, where we checked in at Nuclear Medicine. I got shot up with some radioactive isotopes and then waited for about 15 minutes for them to circulate through my bloodstream. Then I was put on a narrow bed and had 3 leads put on me for the heart rate monitor. I had to put my left arm up over my head and the kindly nurse, Mark, strapped my right arm around me, so I'd stay nice and still. He positioned the circular scanning device over me and it slowly moved around my heart for 20+ minutes.

Frank asked if he could talk to me and Mark said, "yes, just don't make her laugh." So, at one point, Frank starts to tell me how he's going to prepare the Smithfield ham he just acquired.

Frank: I'm going to cook it the Alton Brown way.
Karen: And what way would that be?
Frank: Well, you braise it in Mr. Pibb.
Karen: Mr. Pibb?
Frank: Yeah, and sweet pickle juice.
Karen: You're not supposed to make me laugh, remember?
Frank: That wasn't supposed to be funny.
Karen: Sweet pickle juice?
Frank: Oh, okay. ......Iraq.

You gotta love him.