Ta-ta, ta-tas!

My first morning back home and what am I doing? Blogging of course! And reading all my wonderful facebook comments.

The day before my surgery was pretty packed full of stuff. We went to the indoor gym with Aunt Jamie and Brook and then my friend Crystal came over to take some pictures of me and my hair before it's gone. I don't really like posting pictures of just me but i have to because she is an awesome photographer and editor! (I am seriously considering painting my deck pink now, doesn't that look awesome?!)

Went to surgery Thursday morning. Still dark out. Dropped the boy's off at Aunt Jamies, got lots of hugs from her kids but mine were too preoccupide with the Dinasour train. Made it to the hospital and the first thing I see getting out of the car? The cemetary. Yup. Right there next to the parking lot. Not the best thing to be reminded of when going into surgery, you'd think they'd build a wall or something to hide the tombstones from the patients view.

We were running a little late, or probably more like exactly on time but I hate to be exactly on time I prefer to be early, but I had to blow dry my hair. They called me back and just me, my family had to wait until I got all situated.

I went up to my pre surgery room where they got me in this balloon type hosptial gown that blows up with warm air or cold air depending on what I want. Then the nurses and I all started talking about these Breast Cancer awareness shirts we've seen like:

Of course these are fake, but the real ones tried to kill me
Save a life, grope your wife
Save second base (picture of baseball diamond)
Help support my rack

We also talked about running or walking for a cure and different things people have done, I really want to do that someday. Get a bunch of girls and we can wear crazy pink stuff and call ourselves the "Rack Pack".

I was feeling more than a little nervous about going under and just everything. Then a nurse that was going to be in there durring surgery came in and told me she and her sister both had double mastectomies and that I was making a wise decision. We cried together. They had a hard time getting and IV going. I'll have to remember that next time I get one, my veins must be small. So they finally got someone else to come in and try. He was a month younger than me and had two girls the same age as my boys. Eventually they took that one out too because it was hurting and put it in another spot after I was under.
Dr. Harada came in and prayed with me and the nurse. She's such a special lady. She is so kind and really made me feel better. I mean who's doctor asks to pray with them before a procedure? It was pretty much my favorite part of this whole thing.

Then they called my family up, Jeff, my mom, Cinnie Bob, my cousins Ashley and Whitney.
The anestisiaologist came in and he asked what ward we were in. He was LDS too! I told him not to let me wake up before they were done. I was really nervous.
Then another nurse came in and told me how things were going to go for my lymphnode biopsy and they were going to inject a dye to "light up" my lymphnodes and that it would burn for a minute or so and I'd probably want to sock her so they'd have to hold down my arms. Aaaa! I started crying again. (I'm such a baby) But as she was telling me all this the anestisiologist was puting something in my iv and everyone started floating around the room and then the next thing I knew I was waking up 3 hours later in recovery with an elephant sitting on my chest.

I was really sick from the anestia. That was no fun. They would give me this pain medicine, a narcotic, that is currently on my top 10 favorite things in the world list.
One of my most embaressing moments: A young man, must have been 20 or so and an Aide in training came in with my nurse to help check vitals and other stuff. He was kinda nice looking and I was kinda raunchy and disgusting, not that it matters but still pretty embarressing. I remember the nurse before said she'd be back at this time to take out my catheter. I was praying that they'd forget to do that, there was just no way I was going to let that happen.Thank goodness they forgot, but he did empty it. Uhg. Mortified.

I was only in there one night and left at 9pm the next day. I actually thought I'd stay the night again but luckily they called to let my doctor know because she would then have to make another stop by to see me and come to find out my insurance wouldn't have let me stay another night. Phew! That was a close one.

So we came home, very carefully driving like 22 mph so as not to jostle anything. I can seriously feel myself getting better by the hour. I've been home for a little over 24 hours and can sit down and get up out of a chair by myself and brush my teeth, that's pretty much it :)
Thanks to everyone who was fasting and praying for me thursday, I believe your prayers made everything go smoothly and helped me be more at peace about what was happening. Thank you for the flowers and kind words, phone calls. I'm so blessed to be surrounded by such caring, loving people. I don't know what to say, you just have really lifted my spirits.

I see the breast surgeon on Monday, she'll take out my tubes for drainage and pain medication. Then 24 hours after that I'll be able to shower again! So yeah, you probably won't want to come visit me until at least then. ;) Then we meet with my oncologist Friday. I suspect they'll wait to start chemo for at least a month from last thursday to give me time to heal.

I miss my boys. Thank you Cinnie and Papa and Aunt Jamie for taking care of them and giving them extra loves right now. I can't wait to see them again and give them hugs, but for now I can just see them climbing all over me and pulling tubes out and that would just be very bad right now.

Now it's time for me to get some rest, or as much as I can sleeping in a recliner. Oh how I miss my bed!