So yesterday for the 3rd time in a week, I was injected with a radioactive substance. Now, just a week ago, I didn't even know that nuclear medicine existed! (I know, call me sheltered) As he did the injection - which hurt so badly I clawed in to Trevor's hand and uttered a few words I'm not proud of - the doctor said to me, "now you'll understand why I never get Christmas cards from my patients." Seriously, he said that! They had to inject my breast with this substance to see which lymph nodes it would travel to first, thus predicting which lymph nodes the cancer would spread to, if it were to spread. They will do a biopsy on those nodes and hopefully all is well and they find nothing wrong with them!
After they were done taking pictures of my lymph nodes, I traveled up stairs to surgery. This was actually the much more pleasant than one would think. I got to lay in a super comfy bed while wearing a special kind of hospital gown that was hooked to a blower that filled it with warm air. Sooooo cool! I got to adjust the temperature of the air, I probably looked like a marshmallow. In one hand I held the remote for that, and in the other hand I held a remote for the TV. You should be jealous, it was heaven. Not long after, they gave me a little shot, wheeled me down to surgery, and I was asleep before I even got there.
I woke up in a different room with different nurses (why do they do that?) with someone saying, "Lauren, you can wake up now". I drifted in and out of sleep for about an hour. I had this inner fight with myself: I should wake up, they want me up. But, it feels so good to just lay here. I don't have to get up if I don't want to. But they probably want me out of here, I need to wake up! And so on. Looking back, I shoulda just stayed asleep, but I'm too worried about putting people out, and heaven knows I shouldn't put out those nurses!
I'm home now and healing just fine along with the help of my new friend: VICODIN. It's pretty nice, and no, you can't have any. So stop asking. I think at some point today I'll take a shower and get dressed, but that's pretty low priority. Top priority really is sitting here in my bed eating these sumosas while I dink around on the computer. Mom is here watching the kids for the 2nd day in a row, which is so nice, as I can't drive or lift children for about a week.
Oh, tomorrow is the start of the big fundraising garage sale my friends are putting on up here. It is so awesome to see the outpouring of love and help we've recieved already. I am one very blessed girl. My friend is taking me tomorrow afternoon to a class put on by the American Cancer Society called "Look Good, Feel Better". The aim of the class is to help cancer survivors learn how to paint on our eyebrows during chemo, and tye scarves around our bald heads in a cute way.
That's all I have for now! I've gotta go... eat something else and maybe sleep a little more. I know, tough day. :)
8 comments:
So glad you got through that one with all of the grace in the world. No surprise. xo, Missi
I'm glad that you made a blog that way we can find out what is going on in your life without having to call 5 times a day to bug you. I want to let you know that our family has decided to donate to your fund as our family Christmas present this year. I asked the kids and they all wanted to do it. Although the ones that are 30+ probably don't want to be called kids anymore. Know that you are not alone. You and your family are in the hearts, minds and prayers of many people on both sides of the veil.
You are a super hero! Thanks for sharing your story with all of us, and still being yourself, hilarous and adorable. We love you!
Digga!
So glad to see that you can still see the humor in all of this. It will get you through. Accept the "new normal." I just got some very great advice today of to "just be." Way to be present with all of this. You are exemplifying that beautifully. Love you!
the yard sale was awesome Lauren! I am so excited. Heavenly Father heard our prayers for no rain. It was amazing! I loved seeing all of us dressed in our Lauren's Warriors shirts. You had your very own pink army out there today! Loves!
Lauren have I told you how you always make me smile... OK LAUGH!! I enjoy your blog, thanks for sharing. You are my HERO!!
I admit: totally jealous of the marshmallow suit. Do they have it in size 0? I hope so...
It's hard to hear about the painful bits, because I feel really empathetic, and it actually hurts me too. But feel free to keep sharing the hard parts, because you shouldn't have to shoulder it all by yourself.
Love you Laur!
You are one in a million, Lauren! This is a priceless, touching, and very moving first-hand account. You are very inspiring. Keep smiling, but you are more than welcome to cry, too.
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