Yesterday I finally got home from the hospital – one long incision and two allergic reactions later. And the cancer is gone, gone, gone.
They told me it would hurt, and it did. They told me it would be less than five days in the hospital, and I think I misunderstood. They told me home would feel good, and it so much does.
There’s a little nest around me here. It has flowers like the daisies above that came with the note, “Don’t you think daisies are the friendliest flower?” And like the dark pink ones Michael and Jake went and got today because Jake was so looking forward to actually handing me the flowers but was asleep when I finally, finally got home last night.
My nest has new books in it too, house slippers, new movies, natural heating pads that are pretty much to die for, an LM Montgomery book that came from a used bookstore IN BOSTON, scarves, cards, and more. Michael practically carried me inside and tucked me into the nest. And I’ve been told to heal now. Just rest and heal and soak up the happy of the nest. And that’s just what I’m going to do.
I’d be happy to tell you more about how it all went down – two nodules, left lung, one upper, one lower. One of them was more difficult to get at than the other. My family didn’t see me that day between 10:15 am and about 5:00. The first day they ripped off some of the tape, much of my skin went with it. The chest tubes removal wasn’t quite as horrifying as I expected it to be. And I quickly learned that it all hurt less if I slept in kind of an incline. Also, the pain meds make me drowsy, and I’ve fallen asleep about ten times while writing this.
But, the important thing, the only thing that really matters most is that the cancer is out again and I’m back in the arms of my boys, and people are wonderful. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life telling you all about it.