Hometime
My op was on Thursday, and my surgeon had said about 3 days in hospital, so I was expecting to come home on Sat or Sunday. But on Friday nobody said anything about when that would be, just that they would see me again on Sat and see how I was. Friday night I asked the ward manager who said that with 100 mls in my drain before 8am that day, and 100 already from 8am onwards, it was touch and go. Maybe Sat, maybe Sun, maybe Mon. And the surgeon was not coming in till about 8.30 or later, and had asked them to ring through the drain measure. I told my husband it sounded unlikely I'd be home. But I got up and dressed in dayclothes anyway, felt good with a clear head. And the surgeon said I could go home if I wanted, So I did. He also said that if I have a higher grade tumour, or an HER2 or triple neg tumour, I will have chemo, and they may do it anyway.I am really pleased to know so I can be mentally prepared for that chapter being possible
Got home about 11 am. My cat was fascinated by the hospital smell on my bags and clothes, and I think its the first time she has come across people who have obviously had a stay at the vets.
The new challenge I am facing is developing the art of being a princess without pissing my husband off too much, or getting too fed up, or giving up and doing too much myself. In our 15 years together he has firmly resisted doing any cooking for me, so I have asked him to make me salads and juices and tea and coffee, with lots of freshly grated beetroot and carrots plus purchased roast chicken and sliced cold meats etc. since this stuff is my favourite summer food and good for me. I am really enjoying eating this way after hospital food. However the mess that goes with food prep and meal clearance is a problems. I do not like having foodscraps and mess spread around on the kitchen benches, esp during summer, and he does not think to clear things up or even to put meat and cheese away in the frig. So I am trying to remember that he is learning, and to be really grateful and appreciative of it all, to find the way to ask him to do things that need doing, and to keep it light. The real struggle is to not do it myself!
Any suggestions?
