The Second Surgery

Friday, Sept. 30. We' re off to the same hospital as before. It should not be as long as the first surgery because I don't have to have the procedures before the surgery. Everything is the same, they start an IV, come and talk to me in the room. The anesthesiologist comes in and it is not the 12 year old asian girl this time. They don't knock me out in my room. They wheel me to the operating room and then knock me out. I am also having a port-o-cath put in. When I have chemo they will use this instead of going in my veins. I have the surgery, but this time I wake up in the first recovery room. I am shaking all over. I hear one nurse say, "she's got the shakes, I'll give her some demerol." Whenever I opened my eyes the room looked like it was rolling over and over. It made me nauseous. I just wanted to get in the other room with Robert. I wanted to get home. I didn't geel good at all. They finally take me in the next recovery room with Robert and the nurse there gives me something in my IV for the nausea. Whatever it was that she gave me made the nausea go away in a snap of a finger. Good stuff. I was so worn out. I told Robert that I wanted to sleep but I wanted to go to bed at home. We left at about 2 pm. I went home and went straight to bed. I laid in bed a lot over the weekend after this surgery. It seemed to have wiped me out more that the other. I thought maybe it was the anesthesiologist. Maybe what the little asian girl did was much better, but some people say that 2 surgeries in a week and a half is pretty rough on the body.
Monday, Oct. 3: I get a call to have my echo of my heart on Thursday and my PET scan on friday. For a PET scan they inject glucose. I then wait for 30 minutes while it goes through the body and then I lay in a scanning machine for about 30 minutes. It scans my body for any tumors that may have spread in my liver, brain. lungs, etc. Wonderful thing to have.