Day Twenty-One with Cancer:
This officially marks the three week point of my journey. It's hard to believe that this much time has already gone by. Surgery is tomorrow. That seems crazy to me.
I opened today. It was surprisingly nice. I got a little alone time before anyone came in. It's kind of nice to be able to just get things done quietly. I was so excited because I was going to be able to be with the kids that I feel like I never see anymore, as well as Miss Debbie. (There was no Shiloh. She was still in Cali visiting her brother.) Miss Debbie and I were listening to music that she wanted me singing on my way into the operating room. She's a friggin hoot. We had such a nice time. Robert, Mariyah, Sam and Julia all seemed happy to see me again. Hopefully next time it won't be such a long time in between. I love those kids. As many stress lines as I feel they give me, they have to give me at least as many laugh lines.
Of course, I was still with the Toddlers once they ended up getting there, but it was easier being able to hang out with the other classes until we got some more kids. I got out a little late, but was still gone by 12 since I had to start my prep. As disgusting as all that is, it was still better than having to drink the ENORMO bottle of salt water I had to have to my other procedures. This one I was at least able to take some over the counter stuff that I could mix with Gatorade. I decided to go with Blueberry-Pomegranate. As far as relatively tasteless drinks go, it wasn't bad...it just stinks that I had to drink so much of it. After I started that and got all packed up, we had to get the dog ready to go stay at the kennel. I was concerned cause I honestly didn't think I was going to be able to make it to the hospital an hour away. It was difficult, but we managed. We then stopped in Painesville to meet up with Sarah so that she could follow us. I ended up just riding with her and begging her to make me stop laughing before I had an accident. We kinda got lost trying to find the Hope Lodge and then once we got in, we waited for a really long time. We finally ended up getting a tour. It was a nice place. Yes, it smelled like a nursing home, but considering it was free, I couldn't really complain. I had forgotten my surgical guide at home, so after a while, dad ended up driving home. I realized at that time that my frogs had been knocked over and no one could find them. I was devastated. The entire reason I brought them was so that they'd be safe and well cared for. I wasn't sure they would have gotten fed otherwise. Now it looked as if they were dead. This is NOT what I needed the night before surgery. I took my additional pills to finish my prep and then we all got ready for bed. Mom and I slept in the same bed. It's been a while since we've done that. It made me feel like I was little again. :)
I ended up getting up in the middle of the night feeling REALLY nauseated. I think it was because I didn't drink nearly the amount of water I was supposed to have with those pills before I fell asleep. Jeremy just happened to be up changing his pump, so he watched me until I was finally able to sleep again.
I hate that I'm more worried about my poor frogs than this surgery.
Song of the Day: Stronger-Mandisa
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3TPq8ZSvTk
Verse of the Day: Psalm 145:18-19
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