10 hours later and I'm all Done!
My biggest concern about this surgery was what I was going to look like after. I've seen a lot of mastectomy scars and they are brutal. I asked to see mine and to my relief the scars aren't nearly as bad as I expected. My plastic surgeon was able to fill my expanders 150 cc's. In a couple weeks I will go in to get them filled more, and hopefully every week up until radiation starts.
They finally wheeled me out of the room and I saw the back of my dad's head and yelled, "Daddy!" and began crying. My dad, mom, stepdad, boyfriend Ryan, girlfriend Jaycie, and aunt were all there patiently waiting. All I wanted was to be embraced by all of them, but the nurses wouldn't let me, they wanted to get me situated in my room first. There was a phone in my room and I began calling my parents over and over, but apparently the phone did call long distance. Because I was in a room with another patient, I was only allowed two visitors in at a time. Everyone went home for the night, except my dad, he sat in an uncomfortable chair through the night. Every time I woke up he was there sitting wide awake watching over me.
Catching some ZZZzzz'ss
The next day they transferred me to my own room. Everything is kind of a haze for me, but what I remember it was terrible. I was on too many pain meds and felt awful. They told me they needed to take out my catheter, I had no idea I even had one in, except for I knew my legs kept getting tangled in some awkward tube. They pulled it out and said I had six hours to pee on my own. I didn't think it would be an issue since they had been pumping liquids through my IV and I had been chowing down on water.
Walking with my monitor
Lots of pain meds...
Trying some massage therapy
The lady in charge of the START research project came in to monitor my process. Every side effect she asked if I had, I had. My dad became furious and told her to take me off the medicine because I was so ill. After much discussion she finally agreed to pull me from the study. My doctor came in and I asked her to give me the lowest dose of pain meds. I was only supposed to stay in the hospital for two nights, but my doctor decided it was best if I stay another night. After I stopped the research pain meds and started taking weaker meds I was able to eat and hold it down. I started to hold my own cups, food, and pee on my own! The last day I was there we even went for a walk. (Not a long walk, but it was a start!) I was finally release on that Friday, April 5th. I stayed at my Aunt's that night and headed back home on Saturday.
I ate that whole sandwich all by myself!
Hallway where I first attempted to walk
Waiting on valet to bring the car!
Leaving Stanford Hospital!!!
Ryan and I eating ice cream and working on a puzzle in the comfort of my own bed!