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
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
I'm going to check them out here shortly.
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.
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.
- posted 9 years ago