I’ve often noticed that many mornings I wake up with an idea of what is going to happen that day and then it turns out to be quite different…
Wednesday I had an appointment with my surgeon at her office. She was supposed to do a procedure relating to the radiation treatments. But she said there was too much fluid and she would prefer to do this in an operating room. At least twice she said something about giving me a little break and doing this next week. She said her nurse would call me sometime when she could schedule the OR, and there would be a new radiation schedule for me.
I was not unhappy about this delay, really, and left her office and drove to Alice’s where we had a cup of tea together and then I left to go to the grocery store to pick up a few things. I was half way through that, about four in the afternoon, when I had a call from Diana, the nurse from Dr. M’s office saying that she had an OR scheduled and I would need to be at the hospital by 10:15 the next morning for my second surgery.
I was a bit surprised how disconcerted this left me. I’d just adjusted to having a week off. But yesterday, Alice took me in at 10:15. It was a much easier surgery and I only needed sedation and not full general anesthetic. The new version of this is great because one wakes up fairly quickly afterward and I did. I was only in recovery an hour or an hour and a half, perhaps. They got me to the nuclear medicine wing by 2:30, my original time. And they did the planning for the twice a day treatments next week.
It’s going to be a rather strange week, I think. And it was interesting because each time I go in will be like yesterday. The radiology technician will be there, and the radiologist, and a medical physicist, someone I’d never heard of before. I’ll be getting twice a day cat scans, too, to make sure everything is in the right place before the treatment. Glad this will only last one week. And Friday, Emily is flying in from Maryland for the weekend and will take me to the last treatment when they remove all the “stuff” implanted. Didn’t you all want to know all about this? Thank you for listening/reading if you were able. I seem to need to explain it.
And today Alice took me on a sort of mental health day. We drove down to Amish country with Stephen and enjoyed seeing the mostly plowed fields, the teams of horses plowing with the guidance of little Amish boys and the hope and beauty of spring in such a lovely rural setting.
We toured the Mennonite Central Committee Thrift Store and then had lunch at Mrs. Yoder’s Kitchen in Mount Hope. I found several books and Alice found two enamelware canisters in the Swedish style my mother had in the 50s and 60s which she bought as a gift for me….. A great day. I was a bit surprised how tired I still am, but perhaps I should not be so….But I was not surprised that I felt very happy.
This is not a picture of the containers from Alice, but the style in which they are decorated……….Happy memories from my childhood.