YET ANOTHER SURGERY.
It sounded so realistic to hear that I was ready to go under the knife. I was smiling, when my surgeon had asked me that question.
On Wednesday, the 17th, I packed my things with the enthusiasm of going on a vacation. I felt I was again on a journey to defeat the invader that had gained entry into my body. After the initial formalities, I was admitted to the same room I was, during my previous surgery., Room no.27. The nurse came and put an IV set and gave me an injection. The duty doctor came and check my BP and pulse: and went away. My family doctor came and just jokingly told "Look at this patient, sitting and smiling."
At 2.45 pm, the theater nurses, came and whisked me away to the operation theater. They changed me into a brand new robe and asked me to lie down on the table. They covered me with a sheet and attached the BP apparatus to me right hand. The Anesthetist started a medicine through my IV and fixed the oxygen mask on my face. The surgeon came and smiled at me. The Anesthetist told me she was going to give me an injection and I remember her injecting, and then I was blank.
I had no idea what was happening. Later on I could hear voices as if was coming from a distant place. I felt I was wandering away and the voices were getting distant. For a second I was wondering what was happening to me and the next second I could hear the doctor calling out my name. I was trying to open my eyes but was not able to do so. Then I remember vomiting and the nurse wiping it. I opened my eyes and smiled at the doctors. I could hear the surgeon saying that the surgery was over.
The first step of my battle was over, removing the home of the invader. The lump was sent for biopsy and then the wait for the result. The surgeon came and told me about the pain and that the lump was bigger than they expected. The cardiologist came and checked me and said I was okay. I learned that I had to be strong in all circumstances. It doesn't bother me, that I may have to undergo chemotherapy, I have started my journey to fight it out and that is what mattered to me. Physically I know I have to go through it alone, but I know that there are a lot of people with me; my family and friends.
I would like to thank all those who have been praying for me, and prayed for me; all those who were present with me to help me through all this.
It sounded so realistic to hear that I was ready to go under the knife. I was smiling, when my surgeon had asked me that question.
On Wednesday, the 17th, I packed my things with the enthusiasm of going on a vacation. I felt I was again on a journey to defeat the invader that had gained entry into my body. After the initial formalities, I was admitted to the same room I was, during my previous surgery., Room no.27. The nurse came and put an IV set and gave me an injection. The duty doctor came and check my BP and pulse: and went away. My family doctor came and just jokingly told "Look at this patient, sitting and smiling."
At 2.45 pm, the theater nurses, came and whisked me away to the operation theater. They changed me into a brand new robe and asked me to lie down on the table. They covered me with a sheet and attached the BP apparatus to me right hand. The Anesthetist started a medicine through my IV and fixed the oxygen mask on my face. The surgeon came and smiled at me. The Anesthetist told me she was going to give me an injection and I remember her injecting, and then I was blank.
I had no idea what was happening. Later on I could hear voices as if was coming from a distant place. I felt I was wandering away and the voices were getting distant. For a second I was wondering what was happening to me and the next second I could hear the doctor calling out my name. I was trying to open my eyes but was not able to do so. Then I remember vomiting and the nurse wiping it. I opened my eyes and smiled at the doctors. I could hear the surgeon saying that the surgery was over.
The first step of my battle was over, removing the home of the invader. The lump was sent for biopsy and then the wait for the result. The surgeon came and told me about the pain and that the lump was bigger than they expected. The cardiologist came and checked me and said I was okay. I learned that I had to be strong in all circumstances. It doesn't bother me, that I may have to undergo chemotherapy, I have started my journey to fight it out and that is what mattered to me. Physically I know I have to go through it alone, but I know that there are a lot of people with me; my family and friends.
I would like to thank all those who have been praying for me, and prayed for me; all those who were present with me to help me through all this.
2 comments:
Take care Chechi ...
Get well soon aunty, Our prayers for you.
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