Still a Little Loopy

I finally have all ten of my fingers free -- no more oxygen sensor thing. I can type! Doesn't mean I am thinking very clearly. Jon says that I am still loopy because I keep speaking in extremes. I don't sound quite like myself. Overly grateful. But maybe that is exactly what I am, super glad that this all turned out this way after going into that operation thinking that things could be kind of terrible.  Oh, phew, I might only have cancer in my uterus, not stuck to every nearby organ.  Just before going into surgery, Dr. Singh came in with a revised consent form that said I agree that I might lose part of my colon and I might come out with a colostomy bag. Of course I signed it but that idea seemed pretty dire. 

Instead, I wake up to hear that I scared them all with some kind of a breathing issue (see, I was right to wonder whether it was a good idea to move ahead, given my breathing) and now they are spending as much time on breathing treatments as anything else. 

Last night it was so weird, I just could not open my eyes. I was talking to people, talking on the phone, even eating a little dinner, all with my eyes closed. It was like they had weights on them. My theory is they didn't want me to take in any more information. I could have some of my senses but not all.  And my brain was only operating at about 45%, it felt like. But this morning they opened right up.

I don't know how much disgusting detail everyone wants (I would tell everything, you know me) so I can just summarize. Maybe.  Dr. Singh came in today and said that we will have the pathology reports back in a couple of weeks. They really want to know what Grade this cancer is because it is the difference between a type that wanders around and settles in other places and the type that just stays put in the uterus.  Also they want to know what Stage it is.  Those two pieces of information will tell us how much more treatment there is in store. We talked a lot about how they work in the OR (because we were curious and she is nice enough to tell us anything we want to know) and she says that she doesn't love being so far away from the rest of the team when she is running the robot (she also does not like the term robot because it implies that there is a machine that is doing the work when it is really the doctor who is operating it).  But it is a super cool machine (DaVinci) and she doesn't have to have steady hands, that is the job of the robot.

We might be able to go home tonight. I am feeling pretty good, I have that dang catheter out, I have taken three walks around the halls, and they just have to take some more blood to see what's happening with this big infection that caused all that gross pus.

All in all, things could not have gone better.  I have never had so much care in my life. And so many people keeping us in their thoughts and prayers -- it totally worked.  So this is why I am speaking in superlatives today. I just feel incredibly lucky.