This is my cancer journey. A no holds barred, raw and raucous portrait of my search for enlightenment while I journal my way through cancer treatment. If you want an honest depiction of the ugly truths along with the lighter side of cancer treatment, then I welcome you to join me on my journey!
April 8, 2013
Home Sweet Home
Feels so good to be home
and sleep in my own bed. Well, at least until I need to get out of 'said bed'. I didn't realize how many stomach muscles were cut during laparoscopic surgery
until I need to use them! And God forbid I need to cough because at that point I’m fairly certain the stitches holding my intestines together will rupture thus rendering me
lifeless. Yeah, I am feeling whiny today if you haven’t noticed.
My nap buddy, Mulder.
I have my post surgery
follow up scheduled for Thursday. I left a message for Dr. N. to call me
with pathology results. Tick-tock. It’s now past 5
O’clock. The voice in my head kicks into high gear.
The jabbering won't stop, “He isn't returning your call because he’s trying to stall until
your appointment on Thursday. Doctors like to deliver bad news in person, you
I can’t wait for this to
all be over. The weird thing is, today is the first time I feel like the voice is
right. I have a strong sense Dr. N. really is avoiding me.
This was so sweet!!! I got flowers from our favorite servers at the restaurant we frequent.