Yesterday, Jerry and I went to MD Anderson for assorted “stuff’…my pre-op info session and paperwork for the port, blood work, picking up a letter to give TSA when we fly (since I’ll be hooked up to a chemo pack and intravenous line) Jerry went to a support group for Caregivers called “I’ve Got Feelings Too” (found out we have it easy compared to so many other people) When I finished my blood work I heard the most beautiful singing coming from the lobby outside the clinic. It was a chorus of MD Anderson staff singing Christmas Carols (and a few Hanukkah songs too) They were simply fabulous. It made me cry. I sat on the floor with other patients and their families singing along softly and loving every minute of it.
I was supposed to go to a workshop called “Look Good Feel Better” but unfortunately it was cancelled. It was on how to apply makeup and how to pick the right wig. I honestly was looking forward to it. They have it once a month. Hopefully I can go to the one next month. I have never learned how to put makeup on ….which I’m sure all of you know just by looking at me.
Surgery today. No more PICC line. Here comes the Port. Much easier to care for, less obvious, and I can take a shower without Jerry wrapping me up in Glad Press and Seal and taping me all up. I’m gonna love the port.
We had to report at 5:30. Were up and running by 4:30 today and I was the first one into surgery. The doctor does thousands of these each year, probably could do them with his eyes closed. (hope he didn’t close his eyes) When he came in to explain to me exactly what he was going to do, he asked if I had any questions.
Um, yes, says I. The nurses say you sing during surgery.
That’s right, he said, Any requests
Broadway show tunes, I said. Rogers and Hammerstein.
Sure enough, he was belting out Some Enchanted Evening and Bloody Mary during surgery. I was in and out of consciousness…couldn’t feel much, just a little pressure. He did a great job AND, yes, he can sing.
Came home, went right to bed. That was NOT the plan. The plan was to get a few things done and then go out to lunch. But I was totally non functioning. Slept about three hours and then told Jerry I was feeling lousy…did NOT want to go out to lunch. Jerry went out to get take out from a great Italian restaurant down the street but by the time he got back, I was really pathetic…pain from the incision, nauseous from the anesthesia…NOT interested in any food what so ever. Just wanted to go back to bed. But, I took two pills, one for pain, one for nausea and honesty, they are magic pills. Within ten minutes I was human again. Never was much of a pill popper but I’ve been converted. These little pills are awesome.
Chemo tomorrow. I have my bag almost packed. The blanket from Erin and the girls, socks from Rosanna, the laptop so I can write a piece on yoga on the beach for a local magazine, my Kindle, a deck of cards.
And then we fly home on Sunday. Hurrah. I simply cannot wait. I’m packed, I’m ready…Bringing home lots of summer clothes (what was I thinking?) Will bring back more winter stuff. Houston is great but it does get colder than Venice.