“You’re my new hero!” exclaimed the nurse practitioner when I rose from her examining table. Okay, I didn’t really rise – it was more of an awkward roll/ straddle/ lift by Kevin. How can “I” be the hero when it was everyone else who saved me? It’s like accepting the Oscar when someone else wrote the script. I did nothing but “accept” my fate. It was everyone else from my Kevin and kids, to friends and family, to nurses and doctors who did it all. I guess “I” am the student that makes everyone else look good. And that is just fine by me!
Seriously, this time, last week, I was just freshly cut open and my team of doctors at Toronto General Hospital were busy “removing” me-that-was-not-me. To read about the day I received my cancer diagnosis, check out “Words” (https://billduff.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/words/)
I wonder a lot about a lot of things that happened when I was under general anesthetic:
– Did they began at the top with my diaphragm/ stuck lung, or it they began at the bottom with my hysterectomy?
– Did I wince at all when the port when into my artery or when it was stick in securely so as to not move around my neck?
– Did they go “around” the belly-button for some technical reason?
– Did they comment, “wow, she looks healthy inside” or “wow, she is sick inside”?
– Did they do something to my right leg since it remains slightly numb to the touch?
– Did I sneeze or anything else (like fart?) during surgery?
– What was the temperature in that operating room since I was so cold when I woke up?
– Did they play music? (Did anyone sing?)
– Did anyone crack a joke? (I know Kevin, my hubby, would have!)
– Where did all the blood “out” of me get to and was that the measure for the 4 – pint replacement?
– Did my ribs get in the way?
– How difficult is it to stretch and reconnect a diaphragm anyhow?
– Did anyone fight or disagree? (like in House?!)
– Why the heck is my back so sore when it was my insides that were removed?
I could go on all day – I am so very curious. At the end of the day, though, I guess all I know is that I have stitches and bruises. How am I to know what pattern my digestive system now makes compared to before and who cares? I am currently – “cancer-free”. And I will never forget the true heroes who got me to this point!
For another back-story about my first chemo treatment check out Mark And Bea at: