It is impossible to answer all the lovely comments, and return the read, as I am still not with it.
Some cancers are just surface, but this one had nodules, that made it a lot deeper. The first surgeon got all the cancer, and that part of the surgery went fine. Then another couple of hours before going it to be cut, and sown up. I wrote in the last post about being in that room for almost an hour, before the second surgeon came in.
I wasn’t doing good, knowing that they had to do a major cut, so that the skin could be pulled together, and stitched. Each time anyone went past I asked how long it would be before I was taken care of. My breathing was getting shallow, even though I tried to deep breathe, and I was hyperventilating. The lady came back in, and said that if I didn’t stay quiet they would shut the door. This is the worst thing they can say to someone who has anxiety, and panic disorder. So they got my husband in the room to keep me from calling out.
Last time I had this surgery done on my forehead, they would NOT allow my husband in the room, but this time he stayed for it. He said that as the area was large, they had to do a deep cut, and I could taste the blood.
I have to go back in a week to have the stitches out.
I was up and down all night, putting ice on the area, and sipping milk. We then slept in until 9.15 a.m.
The pain has lessened, I am so pleased to say, so I am just resting on the recliner. I should have done the laundry yesterday, so am just sorting it, and letting the machine do it. That’s all I plan for today.
Again, I will be unable to answer all your comments, and won’t be reading that much. I know you all understand. With much love.