Despite the wild rides from the drugs and the discomfort that was still there even with them, I remember waking up that next morning feeling better than I had felt in a long, long time. As that thought occurred to me, I knew how ridiculous it sounded having just had a very serious surgery. The pain and discomfort from the surgery, however, were mild compared to the way I had felt those last days before I'd allowed myself to be taken to the hospital but that wasn't the only change in how I felt.
For the first time in so long I couldn't even remember I had energy to face the day. It wasn't much and it sure didn't last long but it was there, none the less. For years and years I have forced myself through each day making myself do the things I love because I love them, not because I felt like doing them.
To be honest, I hadn't really felt like doing anything for years. I was exhausted before the day even began. I'd been told it was the change of life and to be expected so many times I believed it. I figured the only way I was going to get what I wanted out of this life was to push through the heaviness in my body so that's what I did.
Now, laying here in this hospital bed I realized it was the cancer causing such drain. It sucked up every ounce of energy I had and used it for it's own resources. I may not have known I was sick but I had been........and for a very long time.
Not long after this discovery, the surgeon arrived. I told him my strange discovery as he nodded his head in a knowing kind of way. Then he told me he probably wouldn't see me again at the hospital. He was going to be out of town for a while and I'd be home before he returned.
In the meantime one of his colleagues would be taking care of me and I could trust I was in good hands. He had already spoken to the other doctor and advised him he was to take things slow and cautiously with me or else. There was a twinkle in his eye that went along with that statement that somehow reassured me I needn't worry about this change in my care.
After the doctor left one of the aids came in asking if I was ready to go for a walk and the idea actually sounded really good to me. Once on my feet though, I was surprised at how shakey I was but I figured I could manage a short walk down the hall. I remember the aid asking me if I wanted to turn left down the hallway outside the door to my room. Just looking at the length of that hall exhausted me. Instead we took the shorter route, just past the nurse's station and back to my room. I promised the aid I would try another walk later but later never came.......at least on that day.
By mid morning I was beginning to have more pain than what should be the "normal discomfort" after surgery. Getting through those questions describing my pain was beginning to get to me. I guess my lack of patience at the questions should have been enough for me to know that my pain threshold had been broken but it wasn't. I was sure it wasn't really as bad as I thought and discounted my experience.
Somehow the nurses still managed to realize that something was wrong. Checking things over, someone discovered that my epidural was leaking fluid. While they would have preferred I maintain that method of delivery for the pain killing medication for at least another day, it was obvious the epidural was not working. The procedure to redo it was too risky so the decision was made to change me over to an IV pain killer.
That decision sounded simple enough but it was far from that. For whatever reason, I could not get comfortable on the IV pain medication. I was given one of those buttons to push when I hurt but I was getting no relief. As the day went on, I only got more and more uncomfortable.
Dave stopped in while he was out running errands to find me writhing in pain. The doctor had been called to see what would happen next and Dave went home more worried than he'd been when he came in. In twenty-four hours of time, I had come full circle and now I was right back where I started. Things were not looking good.
To be continued...................
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