Yesterday I had peace about the surgery, despite the fact that there is healing and changes that occur with each one. The drive to the hospital, however, was another story. The torrential rains with poor visibility and hydroplaning were nerve-racking (to me, not Richard). I told Richard that I had more fear about making it there in one piece than the surgery itself.
Once again, I had wonderful nursing care. I say this every time but I mean it as I am grateful each time. Many years ago, I was hospitalized and had four surgeries in 5 days. I was in a helpless and vulnerable state, and I had a less than pleasant nurse for surgery number 3. I had so much anger and bitterness directed towards her way after I left the hospital. I had to ask the Lord to help me forgive her as it was not healthy for me to hang onto those feelings. The nursing care can make or break your experience.
I asked three friends specifically to pray that the nurse would get the IV inserted easily the FIRST time. This has not been the case the last three times I have had one inserted. It seems like a “little” prayer but it is what I needed. I am not making this up when I am saying it went beautifully and I barely knew she even did it. She was extremely caring for all the pre-op tasks.
There was an incident that took me by surprise.. When the nurse was ready to lock up my bag of clothes, she asked if I had anything else, like a wig, to put in the bag. What?!? Hey, my hair is the real deal. Granted I did wash it that morning so it was slightly fluffy and frizzy. I just replied “no”. However, when I got home I was examining my hair in the mirror every which way. I should have told her “you can’t get these dark roots with a wig”, but I am not quick-witted like that. I usually think of my retorts way after the fact. I am going to believe it is a new standard question all patients are asked. Anyway, she is forgiven because of her exceptional IV-inserting ability!
The waiting room was packed yesterday, which meant that the private consultation rooms to discuss the surgery results with family members were quite busy. One doctor spoke to a family member in the waiting room and I heard EVERY word. I made sure to let Dr. Brader know that I didn’t want my “business” (although I didn’t use that tactful of a word) discussed openly like that. Richard tells me after the surgery Dr. Brader took him to the tiny vending machine room to explain my surgery as the consultation rooms were full, and they both smirked at each other upon arriving there. I know they think I am wacked-out but a little privacy can go a long way in feeling more human! It is a good reminder for all of us who work with people in the health and educational settings, and I plan to be extra vigilant about the confidentiality of information as I return to school on where and with whom I discuss student’s progress, etc.
I wish I could inform you more about Dr. Brader and Richard’s discussion. Richard has many lovable qualities but understanding and remembering medical information is not one of them. He does recall that the biopsy results should be ready by Monday and that Dr. Brader did not feel it was cancerous (?)/ concerning(?). Hmmmm. I am so interested to know what the biopsy will say. All three doctors who assessed this nodule in the past week were confused as to its origins. It has been present since May and felt to me exactly like the three tumors which were removed in April. That area received increased radiation yet it remained the same size throughout treatment. I guess I will know soon enough.
I would like to milk this surgery on the home-front to get waited on by my family. The reality is that I live with guys and it just isn’t going to happen. That is why I cleaned my house and made freezer meals ahead of time. Now I can just kick back without any guilt. Well, at least until Tuesday when school starts. Yay!