The surgery felt less scary this time, but still a bit shivery when it came time to actually lying on the table. Perhaps it was the fact that I had already gone through it once before, or that the theatre had windows with daylight streaming in that created a link between me and the outside world, or perhaps it's just that I am already feeling over things. I'm not sure. But it was less scary. And there was an entirely new team looking after me, except Ruth, the recovery nurse who was there last time. I am trying to remember the names of my team as much as possible, but have only remembered Anita, my surgeon, and Hannah, my anaesthetist. My feminist self was like, "woo hoo! Go girls!" for my mostly all female surgical team. I might have even dreamed of a male cheerleading team cheering them on, except my anaesthetist was so good I can't remember.
I am sore with a little nerve pain. I am groggy still, even 2 days after. But I am doing OK.
Results again next Monday. Tomorrow when I have less brain blockage, I will finally write about the woman in the dog park. And the day after that, I hope that you will all book in for screenings, because that's what I did after meeting the woman in the dog park, and that's what saved my life.
So as you can see, I have planned out your week for you. What on earth would you do without me?
(Also, my dog has made me laugh heaps this week - if you didn't see my post update on the old facebook, he fell off the bed when he frightened himself with his own fart while he was sleeping. I haven't laughed so hard in ages. I think dogs are integral to a better cancer recovery.)