…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.
The wake-up fun continues.
Well, yay, my surgeon got to remove one node. I know. It could be cancer; they couldn’t just leave it there. But still, did I need this information right this second?
I had no memory of anyone lifting, transporting, plopping me from gurney, to table, to bed but, voilà! There I was, in my hospital room…
