I' m two days post-op, and all i can say is.....ouch!
The day of surgery started very early, was in the pre-op holding area, strapped on to 3 ivs by 6am. Shortly after that, the doc arrived and came to talk to me and the family. She explained the details of the procedure, but all I noticed was that she was holding my hand the entire time. I really like my doc.
Soon after that, my prince charming Mr. Anasthesiologist showed up, and Rosie started to go bye bye......and all i remember thinking was "please God let this be the last time"....
About 3 hours later i started to come to. My stomach felt like it was going to explode, in fact, it's been 2 days and it still feels like it' s about to blow!
A few minutes after I came to, my dad arrived to the room and told me that the surgery went well and that...get this....the tumor was benign. EVen though I had already been told.....I just kept on asking..."was it really benign?" I must have asked like 8 times.
Sometimes you get so used to hearing bad news, you stop thinking you'll ever hear a good one. But Blows1's got notin' on my God!