My help comes from the Lord

I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord , who made heaven and earth.
Psalms 121:1‭-‬2

I didn't anticipate the bumps in the road yesterday, but I am glad to have that  part behind me. Some miscommunications that left me feeling insignificant, just a number on a chart. As the patient, I felt I should have been notified that my surgery time had been pushed 2 hrs later. Surely a 6 hour wait, especially one while fasting, warranted a quick conversation. That on top of the wrong information given to me when my surgery was scheduled, made for a frustrating morning. By the time I was finally on the same page as the rest of my medical team, it was time for surgery.

As Charlie shared, surgery went well. My right breast, the one with the tumors, ended up being a radical mastectomy. In addition to the breast tissue, the doctor had to remove my sentinel node plus 8-10 more  12 more. My left breast was a simple mastectomy, breast tissue only. No complications.

My pain is mostly tenderness at the surgery site, but it's not as bad as I had expected right after surgery. I was able to sleep without assistance and that is a good thing! I've been listening to hymns all night and ocean sounds. (It was a perfect way to block out the sounds of a bustling hospital.) Thank you, Lord!

My urine is blue. I know, TMI, but I found it interesting and there's a couple of you out there that night too. 😉

I'm here at the hospital till tomorrow at least. Visitors are welcome as long as I'm not sleeping. Thank you to the visitors I had yesterday to help pass the time and bring me lovely flowers ❤

Lastly, thank you all for the cups of coffee sacrificed yesterday to donate to my medical fund. God bless each one of you!

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