Transitioning from Bad Boobies to Happy Hooters

The morning of surgery started with Jeff and I attending Mass for Calista.  She was receiving her Guardian Angel medal.  Connor received his last year, and I received mine a few years back when I was in first grade.  It was super sweet.  Then I took communion and thought I wrecked my fast before surgery. 

 

After Mass, Jeff and I made our way to the hospital.  Where I did my last handstand for awhile.

 

Then I scored a few selfies....

The man who loves me unconditionally

The sweet nurse, Natalee who answers all my annoying questions

Dr, Tiwari, the guy who fashioned my new hooters and suggested a duck face selfie

 

Dr. Miller, Cancer Assassin - aka Surgical Oncologist Specializing in breasts

 

Then, the anesthesia group came in and inserted a nerve block with a "pain ball."  That was some nice stuff.  This is were things get fuzzy.  This time I vaguely remember being wheeled back to the OR at 12:30pm.  Next thing I knew, it was 10pm and I finally woke up.  I think anesthesia did a great job of not having me wake up during surgery.  I heard people came and visited Jeff. I also found this on my Facebook feed:



 



 Apparently, someone enjoyed some beer and wings while I was sleeping.  Hmmm.....

 

When I woke up, it was not for long.  I had a lot more mobility in the arms than I anticipated. And I went back to sleep.  Until I was woken up by nurses every few hours.  Eventually, it was day break.

 

Jeff and I on Day 1 with my new Happy Hooters.

 

While I was getting checked out and discharged, Connor and CC were at football and cheer.  The game was a special one where the school was raising money to "Crush Cancer."  A fellow Mom had stickers made up for the boys helmets.  Here is Connor's:

 

Then the boys sent me this message...

 







 





Eventually, I came home.  Things were much better than I expected. Little did I know that Day 1 and 2 would be pretty great, from the residual medicine in my system, as well as the nerve block was still in.  Here is Day 1 picture from Home:

See that girl there? She has in 4 drains, she is holding her black pain ball bag, and has a lot of swelling going on. Soon, she will find out that narcotics for pain make her sick, and eating becomes a dream.

 

The first night at home, again a blur, the good meds were good.  Jeff took great care of me, well, I think he did.  I received a lovely care package from my college roommates who absolutely spoiled me!

 

But, I thank EVERYONE for all the prayers, good thoughts and everything!!!

 

OK, I will try to update more on Day 2, Hellish day 3, and catch up to current time.