Well just got back home from the Hospital and recovering slowly.
I've had a shadow on the top of the left lung and early last week I had a few calls scheduling an Opp , the scheduling changed a few times due to bed vacancies in the wards.
Then when I was having the first coffee for the day to kickstart the brain ( somedays it takes a few coffees to do that ) I had a phone call asking if I was available for that day and had I eaten anything.
I looked at my toast that I'd just bettered and said ."Not yet"
Good!
Then don't eat and get to Fiona Staney Hospital as quick as you can, we have a vacancy and you're next in line.
So I took a few things and made myself available for the surgery required to remove part of the left lung.
Well, long story and I woke up about 3 AM in a private ward, I had no idea of day or night as the blinds were down and the ward was dark , and feeling a bit sorry for myself as I tried deep breathing and not hurting too much.
Then I called Phyllis who promptly told me it was 4 Am not 4 Pm, glad it went well, now shutup and go back to sleep !
Ohh.. OK
So after the best care from the nurses for a few days until the drains were removed and an X Ray to show if the lower lung had not collapsed I was asked if I minded if I was shifted to another ward as they had an ED that needed a bed space.
Sure, OK , so I was shifted to another ward in a room with another person.
Then later during the day after the Doctor's visit I was given the all-clear to go home.
I used to joke with the nurses that I'd found the lifts during my walks and would escape one day.
I was told not to leave the 4th floor because if I had any episodes they'd have to leave me there as I was too big to carry back to my bed
Phyllis had come in to pick me up so it was all cleared for going home.
A short stroll to the bus stop with a few stops to get some energy, then the train back to Mandurah, and Phyllis taking all the disabled car park to pick me up at the station, I'm back home.
I've got a regimen of pain killers to take and apart from the slight post opp dizziness, dressings to cover the entry holes and feeling a bit weak, so far I'm doing OK.
Now I wait for the surgeon's review as to whether they took all the Cancer or there's more to come.
But I'm looking on the bright side as finding the Cancer in the first place was just a fluke and a very observant radiographer.
As an aside, the Nurses at Fiona Stanley Hospital are wonderful with care and treatments and I couldn't praise them enough.
Ron
