Home Sweet Home

We pull into the driveway and Mike has been trying to wake me up since we got off the exit, I was exhausted and starting to hurt. I did wake up, I get out of the car (with help, I was feeling useless.) I get inside, get somewhat settled, I think I remember being hungry and my sister made me a sandwich, if I recall correctly I believe I was crying when I ask her to make me a sandwich (again anesthesia can make you nuts) I get sick before I even get to eat the sandwich (again good ole anesthesia!) I finally am able to get settled down, I do eat the sandwich, I was starving at this point. Mike had gone to get my medicine that was prescribed for the pain, my sister and Dad were babysitting me (thank goodness she lived behind us at that time) she stayed until Mike got back. That evening I was talking to Mike, I remember wanting to know if the doctor had got the cancer, I think I had already asked earlier but I did not remember at the time. Mike informed me that she felt good about everything and she felt confident  that she had gotten the cancer, she took lymph lodes as well because we had to see if the cancer had spread to ,y lymph nodes. Of course she took tissue and such as well, all the way to the margins to make sure she got everything, I was fine with all of it, I just wanted it gone. Of course, this was another waiting game because now we have to hear back from pathology with the final results, let me just say being told you have cancer is one thing but all the waiting is a completely different story, the waiting at least in my opinion is where your mind starts to wonder to dark, scary places, you think of all the bad that can happen, if I have said it once I have said it a million times, cancer tries to steal your joy! 

When Life Gives You Lemons…Make  Lemonade or Margaritas, whichever suits your fancy!