I am returned!
The hospital finally let me out and I bolted for home. Well, close anyway. They said I could leave and I kind of gimped into a wheelchair and rolled out the door.
My stay was full of trials and travails. At first they said I was doing great and could probably go home last Saturday. Then they started fussing about my blood pressure. I wound up wearing one of those detachable cuffs like it was jewelry and getting woke up every half an hour so they could measure my pressure. Apparently
70/30 is low enough to send medical people into a bit of a panic. The next time I woke up they were giving me blood yet again. If this keeps up I am going to have to get me a half dozen cabana boys just to act as blood donors. When they finally got enough blood into me that I had blood pressure they decided to feed me. Yay! Between pre-surgical stuff and not getting fed while they fussed I was more than ready for some food, even if it was sloppy stuff. Alas, my tummy was of a different opinion. That little bout of excitement earned me a nose hose and an entire day without even water. I tried to be good about having the nose hose installed, but apologized just in case I actually did bite the pretty little resident who put it in. Apparently when everything was all squished up because of the growth, my upper gastrointestinal tract took some damage which was aggravated when everything unsquished. So I had 24 hours of absolutely nothing in my tummy, followed by another 24 of clear fluids. FYI, jello is a clear fluid. I do not want to see another bowl of jello before New Years! When the clear fluids stayed down, the nose hose came out and I was allowed to eat sloppy stuff again. When the soft foods stayed down they decided I could probably go home. Of course that night my incision started bleeding. Fortunately it is just a wee spot, and though they pondered mightily about it, they decided to send me home anyway. I have been saying they a lot because while the one doctor is The Guy when it comes to all decisions, I also had a whole gaggle of residents that answer to him puttering over me. Apparently I am an interesting and unusual case. They are pretty sure that it is ovarian cancer, but it is not your "normal" variety. They are still waiting on lab results on the tumor, and I imagine that I will learn more about what exactly is going on and what kind of follow-up treatment I will be looking at when I have my next visit at their clinic.Apparently one of the local yarn shops has a knitting club that puts together knit squares into lap afghans for patients at Roswell Park. The fellow who wheeled me out coordinates and promotes the effort with his wife. He made sure I got one on my way out. The shop is
This has put me a week behind on my Christmas stuff! I shall be able to manage my knitting, but with a ten pound lifting limitation quilting is going to be out of the question for a while. The only quilts I have left to do before Christmas are queen size or better.
*pout*Ash just got home. He is apparently very pleased to see me home! I have gotten many hugs, nose to nose rubs, he took a minute to do a giggling little happy dance, and then more hugs and nose rubs.
NightMist