Surgery is scheduled for Monday morning. It’s going to be a full day, starting with a check in time of 7 a.m. Then I go to Nuclear Medicine at 9:30 to get some kind of injection that is going to help the surgeon find my lymph node. The actual surgery itself will be around 11:30, and I’ll get to go home at 2 or 3.
It’s not the actual surgery itself that’s making me nervous these days. I mean, come on, I get to SLEEP! I’ll probably wake up more well-rested than I’ve been in 6 months. No, it’s the details of the post-op I’m stressing.
For starters, I can’t breastfeed for 24 hours. So, I’ve been pumping myself crazy for the past week to be sure Ferris has enough to eat. And, I’m going to have to bring my pump with me to the hospital to relieve some of the pressure throughout my day. And then I’ll have to pump periodically for the rest of the day. And night. It’s going to be a blast.
I also have to buy groceries to get us through the whole week. Lots of food that won’t spoil too quickly, that Bowie will eat, and that Brien will be willing to cook. At least for the first few days. Or maybe I’ll just plan to order in.
And then there’s the fact that the very next day, Tuesday, is Bowie’s parent-teacher conference. I know what you’re thinking, it’s just a preschool conference. But, when your child is one of the more…spirited in the bunch, well, let’s just say I just want to be on top of my game.
There’s also that crazy hectic purgatory while you’re waiting to hear lab results. I’m expecting to get good news, the doctors are expecting to give me good news, but there’s always that chance, ya know? It will probably take a few days, which will feel like a few years, to hear back. And I’ll just have to sit and wait. And wait. And wait.
Conveniently enough, this has all taken my mind off of Kindergarten. We find out which school we got in a few weeks. I was all-consumed with that whole process, and now it all seems so trivial in comparison.
Thanks to everyone for your support and kind words these past few weeks. It’s nice knowing there’s so much love out there for me and my family.
And cancer? You can pack your bags and leave. No one invited you. No one wants you. Take a hint.