Surgery: It’s Now Time to Get Something Off My Chest.

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Surgery: It’s Now Time to Get Something Off My Chest.

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(Cancerventures Book Excerpt)

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After another nervous car ride, we arrived at the hospital and checked in. We were seated in the waiting area. There was a large television on, describing the day’s weather and news; I couldn’t concentrate. I guess we had weather and news. I was a little preoccupied. 

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Please don’t talk to me about current events today. 

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Once I was taken into the hospital prep areas, fortunately, things clipped along quite efficiently. I was weighed and shown a bathroom. I had to provide a urine sample to make sure I wasn’t pregnant. I took a last look in the bathroom mirror as this version of me. I would no longer see these breasts. I quickly prayed, “Father, into your hands, I commit my spirit.” (And the rest of me).  

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I walked to the exam/prep room and was given something resembling ashower cap to put over my bun-wrapped hair. I was also given two light blue gowns to change into. One was an ocean blue tissue paper gown opening in the front; another blue tissue paper gown was to go on top of that one.  

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Okay, everyone, put me in a gift bag already!  

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They gave me grey hospital socks with white treads and smiley faces marked on them. I also put on leg massagers to prevent blood clots. My “civilian clothes” were stuffed in a bag that would be waiting in my hospital room after my surgery. (Hubby) was brought in to hang out with me. 

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A wonderful blonde nurse, in charge of my IV, came in next. I explained my vein saga and thankfully, she got the IV with the first try. I love her. 

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The anesthesiologist came in. I was hooked up to the drips and I asked him when I’d be feeling their effects. I have no memory after that. (Hubby) told me he kissed me before they wheeled me off. He could have drawn a Sharpie mustache on my face, and I wouldn’t have known for as out of it as I was. 

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The next thing I remember was waking up, probably around 3-4ish; Dr. M.’s face was there. My blurry surgeon proceeded to tell me an enlarged lymph node was found and removed. 

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The wakeup fun continues…

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Amazon.com: Cancerventures: Tales of a Diagnosed Woman eBook : Cruse, Sheryle: Kindle Store

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