You’ll have to forgive me for not writing sooner. My head hurts a lot. I don’t know how they had me positioned on that table for 14 hours, but I probably should have done yoga or something before the surgery. Everyone tells me it was a long and rather pain-staking operation. I assume as much given I don’t think the anesthesia has worn off yet and I finally dropped the dozen or so pounds in fluids that flooded the five IVs I woke up with. Anyway, it wasn’t fun and I don’t need to go into details.
Now we’re basically back to the drawing board. The surgeons were feeling pretty good because they resected better margins of the osteosarcoma on the left side of my face than anticipated. I didn’t even need the reconstructive flap in the back of my head to keep brain fluids from leaking, which they were going to create with arteries from my arm. The lymph nodes in my neck that they removed were ultimately benign. But then they went to the right side and found what they have now determined through pathology is an entirely different type of cancer, and it looks a lot like what is in my liver. Suffice it to say, I think they were (and still are) frustrated. This was entirely unexpected from imaging (and from imagination, really) and the first part of the surgery had gone so well. I don’t know how my body comes up with these things, but to put it bluntly, you don’t get any more screwed up than this. The doctors thought the same and have been thinking the same ever since.
We’re still waiting for final pathology reports so they can run every stain in the book. From there all my doctors will pow-wow and come up with our new plan. Hopefully we’ll meet back at Mayo this week. I still need a few weeks to recover and am doing so at home in Iowa City. I was discharged yesterday, as home is the best medicine. Jimmy is now living the dream: a live-in mother-in-law. We have fun.
Thank you to all of you who were thinking of me, praying for me, who made my home so nice for when we came home, who sent cards, flowers and other gifts. I don’t have the energy or wherewithal to respond right now, but please know we are very grateful.
And on this Father’s Day, I want to thank my dad, who has been catapulted into super-caregiver this past week. He sat through numerous hours of silence with me, has become a chef of white soft foods and even learned how to apply chapstick like a champ. He has been so supportive, patient and just the kind of dad you want on your side to help you feel better.
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