The Surgery

Nov. 2 – The Surgery

I don’t really have much to say about the surgery.  I don’t remember any of it.  I remember crying as they wheeled me away to the operating room.  I had met with the surgeon, plastic surgeon, and anesthesiologist already.  I was ready to go…until they started to wheel me into the operating room.  The last thing I remember before being out cold was seeing a CD player and someone walking over to it.  I wanted to know what they were about to play.  What type of music would be playing as they opened me up and removed both of my breasts and some lymph nodes, and then perform immediate reconstruction?  I wonder if it was something like this…

I need to remember to ask the doctors. 

When I woke up from surgery, I knew I would have to ask Jeff about the lymph nodes.  The doctor removed 12 and apparently 2 were cancerous.  That’s not what I wanted to hear and I know that Jeff didn’t want to have to tell me.

Looking on the Bright Side…It’s great to wake up remembering nothing of the surgery, especially if they were playing lousy music.