Today was a remarkably warm day for October – we hit 22C/72F this afternoon! We are expecting a thunderstorm this evening, now, while other areas to the West are already getting snow, and north of us is still getting blizzard predictions. Tomorrow is supposed to reach 15C/59F as the high. Things are expected to drop significantly after that, with highs barely above freezing, and lows consistently below freezing.
Which means we are running out of time.
My daughters and I have gone over a list of things that need to be done over the next few days. Most of which, I am banned from doing.
There were a few things, however, that I could help with.
This afternoon, I gathered most of the hoop kit pieces, tomato trellis supports that the muskmelons were trained up, and other things gathered. To make things easier on my body, I set it all into the wagon, then set myself up on a seat near the floating bench I’ve been collecting everything at, until they can go into the old garden shed for the winter.
Then I sat on the rolling garden seat to start sorting and bundling.
The hoop kit on the left is the first one I got. It has the plastic connectors and the rods are slightly shorter and thinner. The plastic connectors bend under stress, so I won’t get that kit again.
The one in the middle has slightly longer, thicker rods and metal connectors. I liked that one so much, I got a second one and plan to eventually get a third. They’re just that handy. With that kit, we still have them supporting the netting at the chain link fence. I was not planning to take those down, yet. Partly, the net needs two people to be removed, folded, rolled up and put away, and I can’t be one of them. The other reason is, those rods and the net are the only thing that has kept the Mammoth sunflowers from being completely blown over by high winds.
So those will wait.
I bundled the rods into 10s, and did the same with the ground staples, with some still loose because there are more to gather and bundle, along with sorting and bundling other supports I took out.
In the garden, there is just some netting left that needs to be taken down, as far as materials go. Once we’ve got all the stuff gathered, sorted, bundled, etc., my daughter plans to re-organize the old garden shed for more efficient storage.
One of the things she was able to do today was clean, then set, the rigid insulation back around the base of the house for the winter, and secure them from being blown away. Now that the insulation is set up under the kitchen window, the cat isolation shelter can be moved onto the patio for the winter. It needs the bottom level to be cleaned up – the litter box under there got tipped over recently – straw added, two fresh litter boxes set up, and the vinyl wrapped about the bottom again, to keep the wind out. Then the heat lamp and the extension cord for the lamp and the heated water bowl will be set up.
At some point, we need to add better wheels to that thing. It is amazingly heavy, and the small wheels – all I could afford at the time – sink right into the soil. It takes two people to move it over the grass. For the summer, I set pieces of floor tile under the wheels, thick enough (hopefully) that it didn’t sink too much. We definitely need to get wider, heavier duty wheels under there. For now, once it’s on the patio blocks, it moves a lot more easily.
At the same time, I’ve contacted the rescue about Shrine Kitten. My daughter thinks she can get her into a carrier, during the morning feeding, but we can’t do anything else. Someone is being contacted to book a spay appointment and, once we have a date to work around, someone is going to come out here to pick her up before the appointment for her fast, and then we expect her to come back for here recovery. As much as I would love for her to be fostered and adopted out, all the rescues are closed for intakes right now. We expect her to come back, and want to have the isolation shelter moved and ready for her 2 weeks of recovery and observation.
It isn’t much, but it did feel good to get some stuff outside done. While I spent most of the time sitting, I did reach my limit for bending and stretching, I think. Or close to it. No pain, though, which is important. Just tired.
I am having another good recovery day today. Finished off a crochet bowl, but haven’t started anything else, yet.
It was warmer today, so when I headed outside to walk around, I decided to stay out and give the haskaps a deep watering.
About 5 minutes in, there was a sudden clap of thunder. No rain. No lightning. Just thunder.
As I was working on the very last row, there was more thunder, and it started to rain.
There had been no rain in the forecast for today.
It was just a light right, but I headed inside, anyhow. Which is when my younger daughter told me her sister had just gone out to look for me. We used different doors and missed each other. 😆
I went to the door to get her, and it was pouring rain. My daughter came in, completely soaked!
The rain stopped as abruptly as it started. Then did it again.
All I can say is, it’s better than snow. Which might be happening to the north of us, this weekend. We have rain in the forecast, but the northern communities might be getting a blizzard. !!!
Oh, and we’re also looking at a high of over 20C in a cooler of days.
Much of it was spent doing some crochet. I got a walk in outside, with lovely weather to enjoy, as well.
My daughters got the one garden bed cleaned up and weeded. As usual, the north end of the bed was filled with elm roots. They got two rows of garlic planted, and will be adding a third row, tomorrow. Then it will be mulched and pretty much done for the winter.
When I went over to see them, I got a few comments on the colorfulness of my bruising that they could see. 😆 I got these pictures, yesterday.
The first one is the arterial line site. It went in and was removed while I was under anesthetic. Being arterial, it is the “riskiest”, but looking the best.
The second is the IV port location. The student nurse removing it had trouble with the tape and dig a fair bit of pulling and tugging.
The third one looks the worst, and should have been the mildest. That’s were the anti- coagulant was injected, in my tricep. It was also the only one that hurt.
Funny how it all seems backwards in severity.
Meanwhile, I finished off a crochet hanging storage bag I was working on. Then, I whipped up a little critter, more as a reason to use some safety eyes I got, but never started a project that needed them. I’ve always used buttons or embroidered eyes on things, previously. It had to be tiny, because I could find only a little handful of polyfil to stuff it with. A quick project is always satisfying.
The enforced reduced mobility should be a good time to catch up on various incomplete projects. Something to make the time feel less wasted!
It’s been another good recovery day, and I’m feeling better than I have in a very long time.
It does mean keeping to restrictions is not easy! Still, I did manage to get a few useful things done. I’ve been able to make my own meals, even if it’s just reheating leftovers or making a sandwich, though I’m not supposed to lift pans or do dishes. Last this afternoon, my daughter got my walker outside for me and walked around the yard with me. We checked on the sunflowers and found the birds have been eating the Black Russian seeds, so she cut what seed heads there were that looked like they had salvageable seeds. The seeds in the Mammoth sunflowers are still blooming and quite white. With the temperatures we’re expected to have for the next while, they might actually have time to mature!
I collected what seeds I could from the Black Russian seed heads, and they are now set aside to cure. My younger daughter, meanwhile, stayed outside to prepare the bed the garlic will be planted in, incorporating the compost my brother brought for us. The garlic bulbs won’t be broken up into cloves until just before planting, and that will be done tomorrow. While walking around, I showed my daughter how to collect the marigold seeds, which are not as obviously visible as one might expect. She’s planning to find places to scatter them, to hopefully germinate in the spring.
Speaking of which…
There are a surprising number of things that we can plant in the fall. We won’t be able to do very much of it this fall, as we probably won’t be able to even finish cleaning up most of the beds before the ground freezes, never mind plant anything besides the garlic.
All in all, it’s been a quiet and calm day. Including for this sweet boy.
I suspect I will not be getting my leaning sheep back. Ever. It’s turned out to be a perfect cat bed. 😄
Meanwhile, I’ve found that I have not needed to take the anti-inflammatories I was prescribed, at all. I’m still taking the T3s at more or less scheduled times, though 3 times a day rather than 4, and am honestly wondering if I need to take them at all. I did start taking them for my osteoarthritis, and even that has been doing better of late.
I’ve tried to get a good look at my abdomen in the mirror. With five gauzed and taped incision sites, I’m not exactly getting a good view. I have always carried my weight front to back, rather than side to side – the sort of shape that has had people mistake me for being pregnant in the past. To do the surgery, they had to inflate my abdomen. Which means my belly is looking very deflated right now! Interestingly, it looks to have a different shape now, and there even seems to be a sort of hollowed out area on my right side. Not at all where I might have expected to see some changes, if any, after a full hysterectomy. Of course, everything is going to keep looking different as things heal up over the next few weeks. For now, though, I’ve got me a very wrinkly, deflated looking, floppy belly, with patches of gauze and medical tape scattered around it.
It’s a good thing I have absolutely 0 sense of vanity when it comes to my body, because it’s looking a hot mess right now. 😄
When I had a laparoscopy done, some 15 or so years ago, the thing that surprised me most was how it basically wiped me out for a month. I felt so weak for so long, and completely drained.
Now?
I feel none of that. If anything, I’m feeling downright energetic! The fact that residual pain from the areas they worked in has reduced so much, so quickly, certainly helps. Basic biological functions that were painful yesterday are pretty much pain free now. I still have to watch myself, of course, but I’m really amazed by how quickly the pains are passing.
I will continue to sleep on the couch in the living room for some time, though. Which means that cats have my king size bed to themselves. You’d think they’d be happy with that, but it hasn’t stopped them from trying to tear down the door into the living room. This set up was made to be temporary and easy to remove. It’s basically just famed chicken wire, with a hook and eyelet on either side of the door to keep it closed. Last night, several different cats decided they absolutely needed to get through that door, because I was there, grabbing at the chicken wire with their claws and trying to pull it open.
My older daughter stayed up almost all night, so that she would be available in case I needed help, and she ended up luring the cats away with wet cat food, after which they finally stopped trying to tear down the door. Mostly. I did actually get some sleep, and found getting in and out of the low couch much easier than I feared. I’d still like to raise it up by about 4 or 5 inches but, for now, it is working. My daughters set up my walker near the couch so I could use it to help get myself up and down, and that worked out very well. By morning, though, I found I didn’t even need to use it.
My brother and his wife did end up coming over for a few hours today, making sure to let us know we didn’t need to even come out to greet them. They had some winterizing to do, and very little time to do it. My daughter did head out to return their container from the lovely turkey soup my SIL had sent home with us, though.
I spent much of my day in the cat free zone. Got some crochet done until I found myself being blinded by the morning sun once it cleared the spruce trees. My husband and daughters made sure I got my high protein meals and plenty of hot tea.
Temperature wise, today was a lovely day, but we had high winds again. In the late afternoon, the girls helped get my walker outside so I could do some walking around, and we were seriously buffeted. We found a lovely surprise on our compost ring; my brother had left a bag of their compost for us. I had been perplexed by this, when he brought us several buckets of compost in the spring but, while staying overnight and their place, they showed me their electric compost machine. I’d never heard of such a thing before, though I’ve seen other types of countertop composters. This thing cooks down the kitchen waste and the end result is a compost that looks a lot like course coffee grounds. I was very happy to see more of it.
When I first started walking around the yard, I checked out the vines on the chain link fence. I’d picked the tiny yellow winter squash a while ago, but those were easy to reach under the frost cloth I’d draped over them. I remembered the green one from nearer the middle of the fence. The wind had torn most of the frost cloth loose, so I could reach around and finally found it. As we walked around the main garden area, I ended up picking the muskmelons that were under the plastic all this time.
In among the frost killed bush beans, fresh onions are growing! I’d harvested the onions from there, but obviously missed a few. These are quite small, so it’s possible they are transplants that simply didn’t grow until the bush beans died back.
While walking around, the girls and I talked about where we could plant more of the little haskaps, and the various things that need to be taken down and put away for the winter. There’s no way we’ll be able to get all the beds cleaned up and prepped before winter. As long as we get one done, planted with garlic and mulched, I’ll be happy. The next while should have good daytime temperatures, so my daughters will be able to harvest the last of the carrots, beets, parsnips and the rest of the chicory root, little by little. That has priority over clearing beds for next year. They are also wanting to get as many more of those smaller pots of haskap as possible planted, too. Looking at the long range forecast, it doesn’t look like the ground will actually freeze until about mid-November. That is unsure, of course, since the forecast that far ahead is based entirely on averages, and this winter is not supposed to be average with that Super El Nińo. It’s entirely possible the ground won’t freeze until some time in December.
I’m rather okay with that.
The hardest thing for me right now is to not go out there and try to do stuff, because I’m feeling way too good and way too energetic!
Last night was a strange one. I kept getting nurses coming by, asking if I was ready to go home, pretty much until shift change. I was quite a mess, apparently. I took a selfie after my brother came and left with my daughter, sent it to my family, and even I could see how absolutely grey I was. They were still asking me about going home, though!
Pain levels were pretty much non-existent, unless I tried to move. I had to get help in and out of bed just to go to the washroom. Mostly lifting my legs for me, so that I didn’t strain my abdominal muscles in any way. The big concern is that I might tear an internal stitch.
Then there was my neighbour…
This ward has three recovery beds with just curtains for privacy, plus a bed in an isolation room. I was in the middle of the three curtained beds, and there was one other person who had the same surgery as I did. I know this because I could hear EVERYTHING. Surgical details. Discharge information. Who her transportation was. Several of her phone calls to that person. Then, hearing her throwing up in the bathroom, repeatedly.
She was still discharged, though they did ask if she wanted to stay overnight and she said no. That left me as the only patient on the ward.
Once she was gone, some people came to clear the space, take the sheets, sanitize the mattress, get the space ready for the next person…
Except it was done in small stages. I heard them banging around, then they’d be gone and I thought they were done, until someone else came over. More banging and crashing, then I thought they were done. Then someone ELSE came over, more banging and crashing, and finally they were done. At one point, I heard a woman start banging around, then another joined her and started talking about her… female problems, shall we say. I thought she was another patient at first, because of what she was talking about, only to find she out was staff. I could tell when she started using voice commands to use her phone to call the housekeeping department to come and finish the room.
Then the night nurse came and introduced herself and to do my vitals. She started to adjust the bed for me, then said I could do it myself, and tried to find the control pad. She eventually found it dangling near the floor. It’s supposed to clip into the arm bar, and she did try to put it in place, but it wouldn’t stay. So she left it on the bed beside me.
I was getting regular painkillers, regular vital checks then, at one point, she came with an anti-inflammatory pill, plus an anti-coagulant injection. No one told me I’d be getting these, so I had to ask her about it.
Eventually, things quieted down. I was able to get the bed completely flat (which took a surprising amount of fiddling) and could lie on my side and sleep. A couple of times, I had to call someone to help me get in and out of bed to use the washroom.
Then… something changed.
In the wee hours of the morning, I was able to get in and out of bed on my own, with no issues. Before getting back into bed, I walked back and forth in the hall, with no problems. I kept walking until I felt I was starting to risk overdoing it before going back to bed.
Even with the interruptions for more painkillers and vitals being checked, I actually got some real sleep.
Then breakfast showed up. Scrambled eggs, a hashbrown pattie, a bowl of oatmeal, fresh sliced apple, milk and coffee. It wasn’t as good as supper was, but I couldn’t complain about it, either.
I drank the coffee.
I was reminded why I don’t normally drink coffee. 😄
I was happy to see the doctor come in during one of my vitals checks. We talked for a while, as I really wanted to know what was going on with the scarring they found, because it couldn’t be from my appendectomy, when I was 12. He said, yes it could. I told him about the cyst I had removed. He asked which side it was on, and I told him they thought it was attached to my left ovary. The scarring was all on my right. Things were stuck to my right ovary. I told him, I had pictures of my cyst (taken after I was inflated, but before it was removed, so you could see quite a lot) and there were no scars. Plus, the pains didn’t start until about 6 months ago.
In the end, we have no idea what happened. He mentioned a few possible causes such as infections and such, but I’ve never had anything like that, that I know of.
They took out scar tissue and some lining I can’t remember the name of which, hopefully, will mean no more pains. It was too dangerous to take out any lymph notes but, by observation, they looked fine. So did my uterus – from the outside. The cancer was all on the inside.
I told the doctor how I was feeling, with some before and after comparisons. When I mentioned that I was able to walk until I finally stopped myself so I wouldn’t over do it, his response was, “there’s no overdoing it.”
…
I wasn’t going to say anything, but I’m notorious for overdoing things. When talking to my daughter about this later, she just laughed and said that he obviously didn’t know me, because I overdo things all the time! 😄
I got instructions in regards to the five incisions around my abdomen that the robot used to do the hysterectomy. What everyone kept forgetting about was my left arm. Before I was put under, I was told they’d be inserting a line there and told me what it was, but I have no memory of the name. When I woke in recovery, it was pointed out to me and I was told it was an arterial line, so I needed to be extra careful with it.
After the visit with the doctor and the nurse finished doing my vitals, I saw the ball of gauze under tape and asked what sort of care it needed. The nurse wasn’t sure, but said she would find out, then left.
She never came back.
Later, a nurse and student nurse came by to do my final checks and final explanation of things. I got my new prescriptions and an explanation of each one. It included Tylenol, but I’m already on T3s, so I didn’t need to fill those. It was mostly the student nurse doing everything, and she also removed my IV port. I asked about my left arm and she wasn’t sure, so she said she would ask and come back with an answer. They came back to reinforce one of my incisions and I asked again. She had forgotten to find out, apologized and said she would ask and come back.
She never came back.
I was all done by then and could get dressed and leave. I kept my daughter in the loop, since she and my brother were coming to get me. At first, I said I could meet them at the doors, but I was waiting for the student nurse to come back.
I ended up meeting my daughter at the registration desk for the ward, then we headed out.
It was a relatively quite drive to my brother’s and we didn’t stay long. With a long drive ahead, we made sure to use the washroom (the hospital really REALLY wanted me to poop!) and say proper thank you’s and good byes.
Since we had new prescriptions, our first stop was the pharmacy in town. Which meant my daughter could find out about her prescription that didn’t get delivered on Thursday, at the same time. As I reached out with my left arm while talking to the person about getting my new prescriptions, I saw my left arm.
The skin under the clear tape covering the gauze was bright red, with what looked like a red streak heading past the tape, towards my elbow. It was not red like that when I washed my hands at my brother’s, so this happened during the drive. It was also warm under the tape, but not on the skin around it, though that warmth did go away. Meanwhile, because part of the tape was over my wrist, every time I moved my hand, the tape there would twist and roll and was starting to come loose as far as the gauze. There was also a visible bruise under the gauze that looked darker.
The women I was taking to could see it, too, and asked if I wanted the pharmacist to take a look. I said yes, please!
By this time, my daughter had picked up her own prescription and we sat to wait the 20 minutes or so for my prescriptions. The pharmacist came by to take a look, and she seemed concerned. It could be an allergic reaction to the tape (I’ve never reacted to medical tape before, and it wasn’t on any of my abdominal incisions), or it could be the start of an infection. She recommended I go to the hospital to get it checked.
Better safe than sorry with something like this!
So we waited until I got my meds, which turned out to be completely covered. I got an anti-inflammatory, and something to protect my stomach from it. Not the same ones I took before that seems to have started all this. I was also given a non-prescription laxative, because these meds can cause constipation; so can the T3s I’m taking. They REALLY want me to poop!
That done, we paid for our stuff then headed for the ER.
I’m pretty sure the admissions clerk recognized us.
I showed her the redness and said I needed it checked, and that I’d just had surgery yesterday. As she asked more questions, I told her I’d had a full hysterectomy.
She looked at me in shock, saying “and you’re out already??” I told her, they wanted to send me home yesterday! She just shook her head in amazement.
Then, while the paperwork was still being done (and she cut off the city hospital bracelet to put on a new bracelet for this hospital), a nurse came by to see who was next to be brought in, and she was told about my arm. She took a look, we talked for a bit, and she ended up taking a picture to show the doctor. She was back before the paperwork was done, saying the doctor thought it might be an allergic reaction, but she would take a closer look when it was my turn.
We didn’t have very long to wait.
It was the same doctor I saw the other two times I was at the ER!
She remembered us.
I ended up telling her about the hysterectomy, the endometrial cancer, and the scarring they found, which would explain the pain she’s treated me twice before. The nurse was there was well, and both of them were looking at me, saying “I can’t believe you’re out already!”
After looking at my arm, she told me she’d have to take the tape off, and I said that I expected it. Between the redness and the bruising, I expected at least a big dark bruise under the gauze.
It’s hard to see in the first image above, but under the tape was quite red, and there’s a swoosh of red on the elbow side. There was some concern about removing the tape and gauze from an arterial line, but when they took everything off, it all looked really good! You can see that in the next image. The bruising turned out to only follow a vein. The site itself just looks like a little vampire bit, and was completely clean and clear.
Since I had no reaction to any other tape on me, their best guess was that I was reacting to whatever was used to sanitize the area before the line was put in. The nurse said a name, but I can’t remember what it was.
It looked so good, they saw no need to do anything to it. I just got a button bandage to cover the two little pokes.
Then I suggested, maybe my IV site needed to be done, too. The student nurse had a hard time with it, and the gauze under the tape (not a waterproof tape, like on my left arm) was saturated with blood that had already dried hard. They took the tape off and…
It looked fine. I just got another button bandage on it, just in case.
They were quite happy with how it all turned out.
I got instructions on what to look out for, and what to do if the redness got worse instead of better, and then we could go. My daughter went to bring the truck around while I updated the family. I was just heading out the doors when the nurse and doctor came back and caught me. The doctor wanted to give me a tube of allergy cream to use on my arm, if the redness got worse, so we wouldn’t have to go back to the pharmacy.
That was so sweet of her!
After that, we could FINALLY go home!
Through all this, I was doing really well. Obviously, there’s internal pain, which is a bit more extended because of all the scar tissue they had to deal with. It means having a full bladder hurts, having gas hurts, and eliminating hurts. Moving around, shifting, bumps on the road, all can hurt, but the pain is limited to just the surgical areas. I’m not feeling other pain. I’m not feeling sick or dizzy. All the long list of things to watch out for has not been an issue. Just localized pain directly related to the surgery.
I kept hearing from the family, how much better I was looking, too! I’m no longer grey, for starters.
Which means I’m going to really have to watch out. I feel “too” good, and it would be way too easy for me to … well… overdo things, regardless of what the doctor says!
I will have to sleep on the couch, though. In the cat free zone. The cats have a habit of parkouring off my belly at times, and I certainly can’t have that happen!! I’m not sure how well that will work, as the couch is quite low and hard to get up from. Not much choice in the matter!
So we are now home and I am in my 6 week recovery period. I’ll be getting a letter in the mail with my 4 week follow up appointment with the doctor. He’ll have the pathology results by then, which will tell him what stage the cancer was at. Once we have that information, we can know what needs to be done next, if anything, other than monitoring.
I’m also banned from driving for the next 2-3 weeks. No to using power tools or machinery. No to making any legal decisions. No to lifting anything more than 10 pounds.
Which means I’m going to have to get a lot of stuff done through my daughters. Normally, I focus on the outside stuff, they focus more on the inside stuff. Now, I can’t do any of it. So my daughters are going to do all the winterizing and finishing off with the garden, cleaning up and preparing beds and putting things away for the winter.
With all the haskaps we’ve got planted, my daughter and I have decided we should plant flower seeds in the loose soil around them now, so they’ll come up in the spring. My daughter also wants to plant a few more of the haskaps that are left in the little pots. We’ve got some warmer days for the next while, so it’ll be perfect for that.
Which reminds me. A few days ago, my SIL sent me a screen cap of a “this many years ago today” photo that showed up for her on Oct. 13. It was of my late father, sitting in his walker by the house, in the area in front of the old basement window. All around him was bright green grass. The picture was taken on Oct. 13, 2014. The last time we saw my father was a Thanksgiving road trip in 2015, another mild fall. We’re having another mild fall now. Talking to my brother on Thursday evening, he well remembers years when we had to make our Halloween costumes over snow suits, and my parents driving us in blizzards to houses to shout, “Halloween Apples” (we didn’t shout “trick or treat”, because that was mean).
I’m quite appreciating our mild weather, and we are expecting a mild winter, too, thanks to that Super El Nińo. Here’s hoping!
A mild winter will also make it easier on all of us, health wise, too.
It was actually pretty good. Chicken Alfredo fusili with cubed squash. Cappuccino cake. Tea, and milk.
I drank the milk, even though I dislike milk as a beverage.
Things were good when I woke this morning. Then, maybe half an hour before we left, pain levels started to increase. They got worse during the drive in.
We arrived about an hour early. I got checked in right away.
Pain levels increased. Eventually, I could not longer sit and tried walking around the waiting room with my walker, when is when someone came for me.
The woman who came to get me took one look at my face and started asking about my pain levels.
I got in and gowned up and, once settled in the gurney with the heated blanket across my abdomen, my daughter was able to come join me.
Pain levels increased.
The attending nurse called the anesthesiologist and got the okay to give me T3s, since that’s what I’ve been taking lately.
Pain levels increased, and my face must have been something, because the nurse came back and looked very alarmed. She asked me what I would rate the pain levels from 1 – 10. I told her, if I were home, I’d be considering going to the ER.
She started to ask if I wanted stronger painkillers, then cut herself off and saud, she would get something for me. Not long after, we heard her telling someone, I need hydromorphone. Now.
I got it through the IV. Oh, what a difference thar made!!
While going over all the pre-op stuff, the nurse started saying I would likely be staying overnight. My daughter messaged my brother to make sure that was okay, and she could crash at their place, one more night.
They were pretty much expecting that, wondering why anyone was saying day surgery, to begin with.
After a while, the surgical team came over and introductions ensued. Then the surgeon told me, the full hysterectomy might not stop the pain.
Talking to my daughter later, she said the doctor looked both alarmed and confused.
He explained that endometrial cancer does not hurt. It can’t. If something else is causing the pain, removing the parts and pieces night not stop it. That’s when he started saying I would probably be staying overnight.
More questions and I explained the pain is specifically around the uterus and ovaries.
That was part of the confusion. There should be no pain from this type of cancer.
I was soon moved to the other hospital, using the overpass across the street, because the other hospital is where the robot is. I woke up back at the Women’s hospital, in recovery.
Turns out, I had issues.
They had to remove unexpected tissue, but could not remove any lymph nodes.
They found a lot of scar tissue. Things were stuck to each other. which would explain the pain! They thought it might be from my appendectomy. Which happened when I was 12, so that makes no sense.
I didn’t think of it to bring it up at the time, but when I had laporoscopic surgery to remove a large cyst, more than a decade ago, there was no scar tissue.
So this happened since then. However, I had no pains like this until a few months ago.
Very strange
So I am still in the recovery area. I had forgotten my phone, and my brother came over to drop it off, then he and my daughter left very quickly, as my SIL was waiting with the car in the drop off zone.
My daughter was with me in recovery for quite some time, and was there when a food tray suddenly appeared. No one had said anything about my being able to eat though by then, I was quite famished.
Since then, my vitals are regularly being tested – and the different nurses keep asking about my going home for the night. With the last one, I told her, my ride just left. At this point in the say, they should no longer be asking. I can hear the woman in recovery on the other side of the curtain. She had the same surgery as me.
They are discharging her tonight.
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There is lots more, of course, but that’s enough for now. I’m going to have to page a nurse, anyhow. I need help getting out of bed, just yo use the washroom.
I’m no longer on IV or oxygen now. I cant use my IV dancing partner to keep from falling, but I do have my walker. When I got help earlier, I asked for the nurses arm, and ended up trying very hard not to lean on her. She was just a tiny little bird. No way she could support me if I fell!
Well, I just my last vitals done for the next while. Next painkillers at midnight, so I can get a nap in.
I got assistance to use the washroom, then tried to do the walking I’m supposed to do. Started feeling nauseous before I reached 30 feet. The nurse walking with me got me back to the bed, but had to get someone ekse to help me actually get in.
Much of the day was spent getting as many little things done before heading out. Things I won’t be able to do for weeks, after the surgery.
Of course, that meant the phone kept ringing. The pharmacy. Home care with their annual call to my husband. My mother.
That one got weird.
The prescription delivery arrived, but it wasn’t until we were on the road that we realized my daughter’s meds were not included. Which means the pharmacy didnt hear back from her doctor with an extension for her refills. Not good, considering she was already out.
We left a bit earlier than I originally planned on, because the weather was getting unpleasant. I’m glad we did, as the weather meant it started getting dark earlier. We did make one stop along the way to fill the tank again. It wasn’t down much, but the town on the highway we took was still at a lower price than we’ve seen everywhere but Costco. We went in to get drinks, too, and ended up getting chicken skewers to have on the road as my high protein supper. I find the skewers dry, but they are something I can eat while driving, and my daughter loves them.
We got yo my brother’s in good time, and have had a wonderful evening, talking. I learned all sorts of things from my brother that I was too young to remember, and some from before I was born.
We have all started settling in for the night, as I write this. My fast officially starts at midnight, and I made sure to bring meat snacks that I can have until then, so I don’t find myself famished in the wee hours. Hopefully, I will actually sleep. Knowing I have an early timeline for the morning usually means I end up awake all night. 😆 We shall see.
I am so looking forward to tomorrow and getting this over and done with!
Less than 12 hours before I am to check in for surgery.
The counter down has gone from days, to mere hours.
I was feeling good when I headed out to do the evening cat feeding, so of course, I stayed out longer.
As I was feeding the cats, Colby actually wanted attention. So much so that I got him, and was finally able to dose his ear. Just one. The one with the wound behind it from being scratched so much. Not ideal, but better than nothing! The medication says to dose once ever 24 hours, so hopefully we’ll get it done tomorrow again, before we head out to my brother’s for the night.
Depending on what weather app I check, we’re looking at going below freezing tonight. Cold enough that the frost cloth over the self seeded tomatoes won’t be enough to protect them anymore.
So I harvested them, to let them finish ripening indoors, leaving the tomatoes on their vines.
The vines themselves were remarkably strong and healthy, so I chopped them up quite a bit before dropping them on the bed for now. Some of them were even still blooming! The frost cover alone is not enough to explain how well they were doing. This section of the bed seems to be very well sheltered from the cold. Something to keep in mind, when deciding what to plant there next year.
I have been very curious about the nearby chicory. They never did bloom, and I could see no sign of flower stalks anywhere. Where there any roots? I decided to dig one up to find out. I used the handle-less garden for to do it.
It took a lot of wrestling and loosening of soil all around a single plant before I could finally pull it up.
All of the tips seem to have torn off in the soil as I pulled it, even with all the loosening of soil I’d done first.
I need to look up how to process it so we can try it as a drink. I only harvested the one for now.
Okay, this is what I’ve found. After a thorough cleaning, they get cut into uniform pieces and completely dehydrated. Then they are roasted. After roasting, they can be processed into powder or granules for use. One site I found, though, skips the dehydration and the roots are just roasted at low temperatures until crispy.
Looking at photos, it seems they can have very different root shapes. I’m guessing different varieties? Most images show them looking a lot like parsnips; a single large root. Fewer images show them with multiple thin roots like ours has.
After rinsing it off with the hose, I broke off the greens and set them in the compost ring. The greens are supposed to be edible – at least while young – but we have no interest in them that way.
Since I was by the compost ring anyhow, I decided to clear the tomato plants from the bed next to it. I didn’t dig them up, but cut their stems at the bases, and tossed them all onto the compost ring. The next step will be to get all the protective collars out and give them a cleaning for the winter, then pull up all the elms that have been trying to grow in there.
I really, really want to get rid of those Chinese elm, and their billions of seeds.
I was just finishing up when my older daughter came out, looking for me. She had been quite worried about me, given my condition earlier in the day. The pain has gone away completely, and I was feeling like it was never there. I still made sure not to act like I normally would, though, because I can be really stupid that way and easily end up causing more problems for myself!
In talking about what I was doing, I mentioned the tomatoes and chicory, which my daughter had noticed before seeing where I was. As we went back to the old kitchen garden, I started talking about the HUGE beet greens in one of the beds, and how curious I was to see what they were. With some of the – much smaller – beets, we could see some of the roots, and they did not look very large. These, however, had no visible roots.
We were both curious enough to dig up the largest beet plants, and boy did we get a surprise!
Would you look at these giants! (and the three largest red beets, too) I kept my food in the picture for perspective.
These beets are from a package of mixed varieties, with nothing to say what those varieties are. So I have no clue, but these white beets look like sugar beets! We’ve never grown sugar beets before, and only ever seen photos.
What’s curious is how they have all spiraled like that. Even the little one.
From what we can see of what’s still in the bed, there are no other larger red beets, and maybe one more white beet like these.
My daughter helped me with rinsing them off and bringing them inside. The beets went into the kitchen to use right away, while the tomatoes went into the cat free zone. We’ve suddenly had issues with fruit flies and, unfortunately, hat to throw away a lot of the ripening tomatoes. Of the ones that didn’t end up in the compost, they got set in the bin with the newly harvested tomatoes, with paper towel below, and a lid.
Some of the chocolate stripe tomatoes, and the California Wonder bell peppers, however, were quite ready.
Those got put into produce bags and brought to the kitchen for the family to enjoy. I can’t eat tomatoes or peppers, so I’ll have to rely on them for feedback. I’ve already been told that the California Wonder bell peppers are worth growing again. We’ll see if it’s the same for the Chocolate Stripe tomatoes. They are awfully pretty.
So here we have a lovely surprise harvest.
It’s remarkable that I had tomatoes still on the vine in the middle of October!
