Well I am happy to report that the tumor is finally out of my booby. I had my surgery yesterday and I am now home. I had mentioned in a previous post that I have a benign tumor in my right breast, but it is growing so they recommended that I get it removed.
Yesterday was pretty eventful: I cried, I had an allergic reaction, I had a panic attack, I went to sleep (anesthesia) and the tumor was out. That was my day yesterday.
We got to the hospital at 8:30 am and after filling out all the paperwork, they took me in. I got undressed and put on an over-sized purple robe, booties, and a hairnet. Hahaha! According to Matt, I looked like a lunch lady. Oh and I forgot the best part, they put a thermometer sticker on my forehead. I looked ridiculous, but it’s all good. Remember that it’s okay to laugh at yourself!
Then around 10:15 am, they took me downstairs in a wheelchair with my warm blanket. And here’s the part where I cried, not bawling like a baby, but oh-f***-that-really-hurts-tears-rolling-down-my-face crying. They had to put in a wire into the tumor along with performing an ultrasound so when the surgeon went in, she would know exactly where the tumor was. I used to be scared of needles, but not so much anymore, but putting in the wire wasn’t the worst part though. They described the tumor as being a wiggly-one so what they had to do was hold it in place for them to put in the needle. If I pressed down a bit on the tumor when I was doing my monthly breast checks, it would hurt a bit, now imagine someone grabbing it and squeezing it with all their strength in order for it to stay still. I was trying so hard to be brave and I held in my breath, but it hurt way too much that the tears just came out.
After that was over, I had to have a mammogram with the wire sticking out of the side of my right breast, but since the tumor was all the way to to the side, it was really hard for them to get a good picture. The lady taking the mammogram was super nice and she made sure she wasn’t hurting me. She wasn’t able to get a good picture, but one of the doctors said it was okay because they had the ultrasound pictures, so it shouldn’t be a problem.
Oops, I closed my eyes!
Then we went back up to my little room and they put on the IV. Around 12:15, they gave me an antibiotic through the IV. I’m allergic to Penicillin, so they gave me a different one. I never really pay attention to the names of the antibiotics they give me, I just let them know that I’m allergic to Penicillin and they give me a different one. It was a couple minutes after they had connected the antibiotic to the IV when my head felt like it was on fire. I started itching like crazy and it traveled from my head down to my neck down to my shoulders, down to my chest and back. Matt thought that I was just nervous and I was getting paranoid. The nurse came in and I told her and she immediately disconnected the antibiotic. They gave me Benadryl because apparently I had an allergic reaction to the antibiotic they gave me. The itching immediately went away. Then I started feeling loopy and dizzy and super sleepy. One of the nurses said that it was the Benadryl and that it was hitting me pretty hard.
Then I remember getting to the ER in my bed and they put my bed next to the operation bed and they asked me to scoot on over and I was so dizzy from the Benadryl that I tried and I couldn’t hold up my weight. Somebody grabbed me and carried me over to the operation bed. I was so out of it, but I remember my legs were shaking uncontrollably that one of the nurses had to strap them down. I heard someone say “She’s foaming” and I would try to swallow, but my tongue felt so heavy that it seemed almost impossible for me to swallow, but I did. Then I remember laying there and the anesthesiologist put a mask over my nose and mouth and told me to take a deep breath and he asked me if I was nervous and I nodded and he told me that the mask would help calm me down. I remember the surgeon saying “Okay let’s give her a minute to calm down” and they stood back and were just watching me. I don’t remember closing my eyes or anything else.
I woke up and I was in a small room like my previous one. I was by myself and my mouth was super dry. I remembered I was having a hard time swallowing before so I tried swallowing and my tongue didn’t feel super heavy anymore, but it was super dry. I had a bunch of questions going around in my head. Did I have my surgery already? Did I not have my surgery because of how my body was reacting in the OR? Where is Matt? Is he out getting lunch? Where is the nurse? Can I get some water?
I tried moving my hands, but they felt super heavy. When I tried moving my right hand, I heard something make a noise against the bed railing. I realized it was the clip that they put on your finger to keep track of your oxygen levels. Perfect! I can bang it against the railing to get the nurse to come. So I did! She came running in and told me that it was okay and that it was over and that I was in the recovery room. I couldn’t get the words out to tell her I was thirsty, she told me to close my eyes and dang it I was out again!
Then when I woke up the second time, again I banged the clip against the bed railing and when she came in, she told me the same thing again except this time I was able to smack my lips and she asked “Are you thirsty?” and I was able to nod. She brought me a cup of water with a straw and when I swallowed, it tasted like medicine. I’m guessing my mouth still had the taste of the anesthesia, but I kept on drinking to rinse my mouth from that medicine taste. Then she asked me if I wanted to see my family and I nodded yes. Matt came in and he held my hand and I instantly felt safe. I felt back asleep. Then when I woke up for the third time, I wasn’t sure if I had had my surgery already, I saw that Matt was sleeping on a chair and so then I began taking off my robe and wanted to see if I still had that stupid wire in me, but he woke up and stopped me. I was able to ask him ” Did I have my surgery already?” He told me I had already had, gave me some more water and told me to go back to sleep.
Then after I woke up the fourth time, one of the nurses named Mary came in. (I call her Sassy Mary because she’s spicy one). She asked if I was ready to go home and in my head, I was like ‘Dude let me sleep!’ She told Matt that it’d be best if I went home to rest because I was just going to be in and out for the rest of the day and it probably be better to be home where I was comfortable. So Matt got me dressed and I think I signed a paper for something I don’t remember and Matt brought the car around and I was on my way home. I fell asleep in the car and when we got home, my mom and my youngest sister Julie brought me some chicken broth and my mom made Matt some enchiladas. Then Matt and I watched a movie, Karate Kid, but I was in and out throughout the whole movie so I couldn’t really tell you about the movie even if I wanted to.
So that was my experience yesterday before the surgery and after the surgery. I still have a lot of questions like: “What is that antibiotic called that I had an allergic reaction to?”, “Was I foaming at the mouth? If so, why?”, “What happened in the OR before the surgery?” because the surgeon described it to Matt as a panic attack. I’ll have to wait until next week when I follow-up with the surgeon .
Also I want to thank those that texted me or Matt yesterday and/or today to see how I was doing and for praying for me! I know some of you that reached out read my blog, so I just wanted to thank you for your thoughts and prayers! Love you guys!