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| Day before Mile 18 |
I am still having to take 2 pain pills every 6 hours on surgery day. Getting ready for surgery I am not in my "happy place". I don't feel well and it shows. Thinking about it now I realize this is the first time I have seen my husband actually worried. My Mohs surgeon called the reconstruction surgeon and tried to reschedule one week later. My reconstruction surgeon is booked four weeks out. Its my call. I ask for ten minutes to get my big girl panties on.
Fifteen minutes later my surgeon comes in to mark off my forehead area. I have made it this far learning everyday something more about my body and how BCCNS works in me and on me. What is the old saying? A picture says a thousand words. Looking in the mirror after mark up I realize it's going to be a long day. There are 15 spots to be addressed today. I visualize tumors sharing basement condos here. Eleven spots are clear after one stage. Thirteen spots are clear after two stages. The fourteenth was clear after the third stage and the last spot was clear after four. |
| I take my last look after the second stage |
Ten hours later I look like I am ready for to be a Star Trek extra.
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| Bandageed after Mohs |
My glasses do not fit on my face at all. I am hoping after reconstruction that changes as I am virtually blind without them . I am less than twelve hours from that surgery at this poin. I got about two hours sleep that night. I figure I will sleep after my reconstruction surgery.
I know I have said it over and over. I love my medical team. But the next day my surgeon comes in later than I expected looking more like he is ready for a GQ cover than surgery. Assures me he has had his double espresso and is ready to go. Then just as eloquently he takes off my Star Trek gear and says, "OH SHIT". I smile politely and remind him he just said that out loud. No wonder he says I am always a puzzle.
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| This is what he saw |
Reconstruction takes three hours. He puts me back together with a three inch graft taken from under my left arm. I have not had a bad experience with the staff at the hospital. Free entertainment on the other hand has been abundant. My pre-op nurse has taken care of me on all three visits. My surgical nurse is 2 for 3. I have a new recovery nurse this time. She is trauma and military trained. She insists I will be in the car headed for home within the hour. My family evidently questioned her judgement. All I recall of recovery are two incidents. One is my husband laughing about dressing the drunk and the other is the nurse telling my mother that if we waited for me to be "AWAKE" we would all be sharing lunch tomorrow. My mother is not amused but evidently I am. The nurse was right, I slept all the way home. I slept through breakfast and would have slept through lunch if I had not needed a pain pill.
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| Day after reconstruction |
Joy comes in the morning. Day two is much better except the glasses are still not fitting on my face. It is hard to tell from the picture but my surgeon opened my scalp up about two inches to pull skin down for my hair line to be more normal. The "cubed" bandages on my forehead and nose are protecting the new skin grafts.
I told my husband after seeing myself in the mirror to call AT&T I can do "Dont Text and Drive" commercials. He did not see the humor in that at all.
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| Blogging one week post op |
I am unable to do anything considered activity. Trying to read, ride or even walk without my glasses has lead to headaches and nausea. A week after surgery the swelling has gone down enough for me to balance my glasses on the end of my nose. I have to keep the surgery sites covered in antibiotic ointment which of course keeps my face shiny and slimy. I put a fabric band aid over the end of my nose in an attempt to keep them from falling off while I catch you all up on the latest adventures of my journey. I get my stitches out Tuesday, April 29th. We will see what the grafted areas look like then.
