The ride home yesterday was a bitch. There is no other way to say it. Every little bump was a new lesson in pain. Finally at home, I got comfy in my own bed, got drugged up, and settled in as much as possible. Although I was never completely comfortable (and didn't expect to be,) I got 8 hours of sleep with only one wake-up for a bathroom break and medication. That is tons better than I slept at the hospital.
Today, Kevin's mom came up and walked in the door with my favorite Sonic drink. Win! After that came a much needed shower. I love my husband but consider myself very independent, so this was a humiliating and painful experience. When it was over, though, I felt so much better.
As I started to drift off in the recliner, my phone rang and Kevin answered since I wasn't coherent. It was the surgeon. And it was what I was afraid of.
Of the 10 nodes that they removed, 3 contained cancer cells. Chemo will be coming. On May third, when I follow up with my oncologist, we'll talk about radiation. DAMN, DAMN, DAMN. This is not what I had in mind. Just in case you wondered. Not what I had in mind at all. I think I'll go pout, now.