Surgery went well on Thursday and I was remarkably relaxed which was great. The anaesthetist tried to use my PICC line to send me to sleep, but it was dripping through too slowly for him, so he resorted to a mask. After a few 'what are you going to dream about?' comments, he asked if I was still with him. I opened my eyes wide and nodded- leading him to ask the nurse to turn on the gas!!!
I am quite bruised and sore- unsurprisingly, and have a drain in my wound which drips into a little bottle which I have to carry round with me. I can only be allowed out when the fluid is less than 50ml in a day- today was 120!!
However, they have allowed me out this afternoon for an hour or two- which is great. The kids want to see me, but are bored by sitting in the hospital room, so this is a real blessing- I can sit amongst the squabbling!!
The surgeon is 'reasonably hopeful' that she has got all the tumour. It didn't sound terribly positive, but apparently is actually a confident statement in her books! She thinks there is less than 10% chance of having to have more surgery- I shall find out in about 10 days time when the pathologist has written his report.
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