Day 3 post surgery: Nov 21 2025

The pain was getting better, but managing it was still very important. Very strong pain meds. I was able to get up and walk more often, not fast (more like an 80 yr old), but I was able to walk many times, shocking the staff. Our spirits were high, if you knew / knew my husband and I you would know that everything is a “One liner”. We believe laughter is the best medicine. We had a good time joking with the staff and keeping them in good spirits. I mean, come on, if they are happy and smiling, my care will be at the top of the list. And it was. Great staff, great support and most of them had great senses of humor.  

I saw my surgeon at around 2 pm and she said, if I feel like I can get off the “heavy” meds, I can go home.   BET.. It was a challenge at that point. I went the next four hours only on Tylenol and ibuprofen, however, they did give me one last shot of a milder pain med to get me through the 90 minute drive home. But yes, we went home later that day.

The next few days at home were basically just surviving, walking a lot, eating when and what I could and managing pain. Nothing much to tell other than that, hubby and I were awaiting the pathology tests to come back on the tumors. So we spent our days, when I wasn’t napping, talking about the what if’s, making verbal plans for assumed results. Talked about how we were going to handle telling the kids the results and when. You know, all of the good stuff. We did a lot of crying out of fear of the worst news possible. A lot of, pumping each other up and agreeing that it can not be bad because .. Just because.. God wouldn’t want to take me this early, right?