Archive for August, 2006

A Surgery Not My Own

Yes! It’s happening.

I’m going to surgery Wednesday and I’m not the patient.

It’s about damn time.

Okay, so I should be a little more compassionate for my poor husband. He’s the one having surgery. But it really is minor. At least in my opinion. Remember, when we first met my oncologist, he asked if we knew the definition of “minor surgery.” Boy, did we shock him when we both answered “surgery that happens to someone else.” We also took away his starting joke.

Still, any surgery they let me sit in during can’t be that bad. And I’ll probably get to sit in during this one. Charlie needs to have a cyst removed. He could probably live with it, but we went through two other cysts for years and years and the agony he’d be in during flare ups was awful We had to have another removed while on a business trip during the first big snow of the year in Indianapolis. No fun at all. So, when the doctor gave surgery as the third possible choice of how to deal with this bump/rash/itching Charlie’s had for the last two weeks, he jumped at it (and if he hadn’t jumped, I was ready to push).

About four years ago, Charlie went to this same doctor to have another cyst removed. It was an old, well in-grown one. Charlie got happy drugs and just laid face down on the table. I got to watch the festivities from a chair in the corner. It was a zoo. Since we’re at the med school, the doctor has a brand new med student with him. So new he was explaining how to put on gloves. We also had a new nurse in a new room so no one knew where anything was. Instead of a surgerical kit, the nurse opened a catheter, which Charlie really didn’t need. When they finally got gloved up and started, they discovered the sanitary drape was upside down, so their hands immediately stuck to the adhesive that was supposed to hold the drape to Charlie’s back. So they got to repeat the lesson on how to put on gloves. And the cyst was huge under the skin, so it took hours to pull it all out. They almost filled a garbage can with bloody cloths and more than once the doctor looked like he just wanted to sew it up and send Charlie on to a surgeon, since the job was so much bigger than expected.

Now, to the doctor’s credit, nothing phased him. He stayed calm and patient with everyone throughout. He was an astonishing teacher. And he finished the job at about 6 on a Friday afternoon.

Things will be much better this Wednesday. This is a brand new cyst that hasn’t had time to get grown in.

And if I laugh too much or give Charlie a hard time, he’ll be able to get back at me in just two days when I get my port catheter removed.

Got to go…Ike has just dropped a fabric ball in his water and is trying to figure out what to do with a wet ball. The dog is over giving him ideas, so soon they’ll be fighting like cats and dogs with a wet ball.


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It wasn’t too hard

So, surgery is over, I’m home, and while I won’t call it easy, it wasn’t that hard.

THe folks at the Medical Center were great, as usual. I’m feeling a little pain around the middle (belly button) incision and that one doesn’t even have a bandage.

And I’m very tired, so this’ll be short, but wanted to let whoever is reading this that all is well. And I’m getting to drink wanter again!

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Today’s Surgery

Charlie here. Laurie’s been in the OR about 30 minutes now, but the surgery hasn’t yet started. I’ll post updates as the status changes.

Well, she’s out of the OR! I just talked to the surgeon, who said it went very well, and she’s just got three little holes covered with band-aids to deal with. She should be essentially ready for normal physical activity by the end of the week, or perhaps the beginning of next week. Laparoscopic surgery is a lot easier to recover from than the other options. I should be seeing her in 30-60 minutes, and we should be going home about an hour after that. Unless something changes, my next update won’t be until after we get home.

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Seems I have this blog…


So I haven’t posted much lately. But then again, I haven’t had cancer lately either, so what’s there to post?

I did start creating entries off-line about our last vacation and life in general and such, but we were in Europe and it costs a lot to access the Internet from a cruise ship there (all together now “Ah, poor baby stuck on a cruise ship in Europe’), and so it didn’t get posted. And now, posting stuff backdated over a month ago seems silly.

But, I’ve done silly things before and just might do them again.

Now, the “Blog Comment Spammers” have been out in full force, so if you’re a real person trying to post a comment or a trackback to this blog, it might not get up immediately, since I’m approving postings.

So, they reminded me I have this blog and I am going back into surgery tomorrow, so I figured I’d get an update out before whining about a lousy trip to Capri. (Yes, there can be bad trips to Capri. It was hard, but Vastours found a way to do it…so don’t use Vastours. More later, or earlier if you go by the posting date.)

Surgery tomorrow. Not directly cancer related. But, becuase I had cancer at a young age and my mother did too, I had genetic testing. The testing found I have a greatly increased risk of breast and ovarian cancer. Breast cancer can be detected fairly easily (and yes, I do have my next mammogram scheduled…do you?) but ovarian cancer is typically detected at the point at which it’s terminal. Terminal sounds bad, so I’m having my ovaries removed tomorrow, which will greatly decrease (but surprisingly will not eliminate) my chances of getting ovarian cancer.

The surgery is being done laparoscopically, so I wasn’t too concerned ’til preop last week, when they told me I’d have general anesthesia. (Now, there’s a good thing to come from having cancer…I can spell “laparoscopic” and “anesthesia.”) I don’t like general anesthesia and it doesn’t like me. But…

All shall be well, and all shall be well,
And all manner of things shall be well.

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