Brad and I had another strange date tonight: he came straight after work for Hospital Discharge Date Night.  He was thrilled to see me not encumbered by hospital paraphernalia.  Though, truth be told, he’s always thrilled to see me after we’ve been apart.  I love the way he loves me.  🙂 We busted out and had a good car ride home, and met Maren and my...

So, I woke up this morning to my oncologist nudging me awake.  As only Brad, my family, and my college roommates can attest, I am a sleeping bear.  I’m  a wee bit mortified that Dr. Wonderful got to see my extra-special wake up routine.  For the record, he laughed.  Oy. Dr. Wonderful didn’t have any news (pathology or otherwise) for me this morning; he...

I’ve still got my chest tube in, but we are waiting on my latest chest x-ray to perhaps get it taken out.  A lot of my pain is supposed to be relieved once the tube comes out, so I am very much looking forward to that. Also I was, perhaps, foolishly optimistic in thinking that the pathology report from my surgery would be back today.  Dr. Wonderful came by...

I’ll be in the hospital until my chest tube comes out.  The chest tube the same size as a garden hose and several inches (maybe even feet?) are wound into my chest cavity; it exits between my lower ribs on the right side.  On the other end of the garden hose is a gentle suctioning device: all excess fluid and leaking air run out through the hose and into a...

Right now I have nine different tubes attached to me.  I have leg warmers on that inflate/deflate/repeat to protect me from blood clots.  I have a pulse oxidation monitor on my left index finger that measures my oxygen saturation.  I have a catheter.  The biggest trouble-maker is the chest tube that is coming out from my back.  Because I had cuts made to my lung...