We made it back home from Houston late last night. Feel so good to be home.
First of all, I must give kudos to my amazing husband who can predict, within a 5-minute window, what time we will pull into our driveway. Not just from Houston (Lord knows we’ve made that trip a zillion times), but from pretty much anywhere. And, while I give him a pretty hard time when he is off by a minute or two, I really do find it quite impressive.
Over the past few days, my right side has gotten progressively more and more sore. First, it was just around where the drain was. That isn’t that abnormal…I do have a tube going deep into my side, and it is stitched in to keep it from getting yanked out. The opening gets sore, the stitches get sore…it is just part of the joy of a drain.
The pain spread slowly over the past couple days.
It was a long day, but we will take long days like this when they turn out to be so good!
First up, our appointment with Dr. Moulder, the oncologist. She gave us the chemo plan which consists of 12 rounds of Taxol once a week, followed by four rounds of Adriamycin/Cytoxan/5-FU once every three weeks. Total treatment: 6 months.
We’re home. But it wasn’t as simple as planned.
We planned on leaving Houston at about 8:30 a.m. Wednesday and being home by late afternoon. But as we fought the morning rush-hour traffic near the Houston Medical District to the Interstate, Jenny was speaking to the triage nurse at the MD Anderson breast center.
Jenny wasn’t happy last night. She didn’t get to eat, but later admitted that the restricted diet was smart. When she received more pain medication at about midnight, she had another wave of nausea. At that point, she was happy that she only had chicken broth and jello to eat for dinner.
Since midnight, though, Jenny has been progressing very well. By 6 a.m. this morning, she was up and around in her room and getting dressed. She ate breakfast after the visit from a doctor this morning. Dr. Gainer’s fellow allowed a change to the diet restriction. But under the advice of the nurse, Jenny took it easy and ate cereal and fruit. There was no breakfast taco, as I promised yesterday.
Here’s another surgery-day timeline report. We took a vote and it was unanimous — no more surgeries, please!
So we fully expect this to be the last post that chronicles a day for cancer surgery.
Before you begin, I will offer this quick spoiler: It went very well.