Monday, May 07, 2012
Surgery, Left Breast
"Of course I will," I replied, squeezing her hand and smiling, for Mom is lovely under most circumstances but sugar-sweet when scared. I would have promised her anything, but mostly offered quiet support as I followed her around.
"We have to pray," I interrupted as they tried to rush us to start an IV. "We have people here." So we moved to the waiting room and formed a circle with linked hands. My parents' pastor spoke while 3 of her Great Banquet friends, my dad, Brother and I bowed our heads and pleaded for strength, peace and good results.
It made me cry, such a moment of love and support and faith.
"I'm going," I hurriedly offered when a nurse said someone could accompany her as they settled her in a wheelchair and moved away. So I followed her to a room and murmured reassuringly when her blood pressure was 211/153. I waited in Radiology while they injected dye - 4 shots - into her nipple to identify sentinel lymph nodes. Then they placed a wire into the lesion under mammo. And she was wide awake, shaking but sweet.
I gathered our people when we returned to pre-op, finding space in area 8 for our friends to pray again. And I finally relaxed when they injected a sedative, watching her finally relaxing, offering one last reminder that she was going home today - outpatient surgery.
We waited - which Friend tells me is normal - and joined her a couple hours later in recovery with all signs positive. Lymph nodes looked clear. Margins equally good. Final report on Wednesday or Thursday.
She came home and I arranged her, both of us wincing, on pillows in her bed as the incisions stung. I've been setting alarms to remind us of the pills I went to fetch. And she's eating! She never eats after medical stuff, but she had a sandwich and salad and ice cream and is now going for a Rice Krispie Treat! I couldn't be prouder.
So, as we watch the trios on Dancing this evening, I'm relieved. And profoundly grateful for answered prayers and good results.