I just changed my clothes and got a sponge bath for the first time since Tuesday. Yeah, gross, I know, but whatever. It hurt and I’m not looking forward to the next time. I also just sneezed for the first time, while writing this. And that hurt like hell too. So… that’s what I’ve been up to. 

A quick overview of the last few days. We got to the hospital at 9am on Tuesday, March 21. They checked me in, had me hop into the gown and then hurry up and wait. At 11 am they sent me to Nuclear Medicine for an injection. Down there, they injected me with a blue dye that would travel to any lymph nodes with infected cells. It was a tiny shot in my right breast, I barely felt it. Then I was on my way back up to wait for my surgeon. 

When she arrived, we went over everything again and then it was time. The nurse and anesthesiologist prepped me to go back to the operating room about 2pm. They gave me some ‘happy juice’ and I felt good. The last things I remember- agreeing with the nurse that people do say John looks like Tom Cruz, talking to the nurses about how much I love 90’s music and me asking if they were going to play music during surgery. They asked for my requests…. Britney Spears- I’m a Slave 4 U….Then I lightly mumbled “This is it? You do it right here?” The space seemed cramped. Then BOOM, I was out. 

I woke up a little bummed because I had been dreaming I was in Hawaii. Next thing, I had major chills and the urge to puke. I don’t know if I puked there. But I know I puked at home. I don’t remember much from after surgery really. My brother, Jessica, and John have been filling me in a bit when I get confused. I do remember being told that my pee was going to be blue. They weren’t shitting me. Bright blue. Like I peed out a Smurf for the first day. 

I’ve settled in downstairs, have managed to get a few nights of pretty restful sleep, considering. My right arm pit is where most of the pain is but that’s not saying the rest of it is painless. Norco helps quite a bit but also makes me super loopy and I hate it. 

Now to the good stuff. The surgeon removed my port. She also removed 3 lymph nodes in my right arm pit along with both breasts. There were no traces of C in these nodes. Hell. Yes. We will get the full pathology report next week but as of now, I am pretty damn happy. 

Currently, I don’t feel like my breasts are gone. There’s so much gauze under the bandages so it looks like I’m a solid B cup. I have the option of taking the bandages off myself today or I can wait until I see my surgeon on Monday. I’ll probably wait, just looking at my drains makes nearly pass out. I’m not ready to see the wounds. Hopefully on Monday, the drains can be removed. They aren’t as bad as I imagined but they are uncomfortable and gross. I’m sore and itchy and ready to be healed already. 

Patience.