Had my debulking surgery on Monday, & I'm not gonna lie it's notwhere near as bad as I thought. Think the anticipation of the unknown is far worse! Sunday was utter pants (the day before) & when I felt really stressed. Wanted to just scream at the top of my voice with frustration, self-pity & Anger! Instead I went for a walk to clear my head (ended up signing up for Walk for Cancer on my return - 10,000 steps a day in March, for a Cancer Research!)
My op all went well, surgeon said my diaphragm was quite 'diseased' and so he ended up cutting a fair bit of it away, but thinks he's got it all. Let's hope so! Not too much of the bowel, so no stoma, phew!
Spent a day in ICU now back in my own room. Am lucky to have good private health cover so at least I've actually managed to get some sleep tonight, as opposed to hardly any last night!
Thank you for all your tips and advice. Am drinking plenty of fluids, even the dreaded peppermint tea, which I hate! No appetite at present, so eating really small portions (& lots of prunes/prune juice!!)
Looking forward to moving past this. I restart my chemo in a few weeks, & then, dare I say it, there's light at the end of the tunnel... 🙏🏼
Sending love & good vibes to everyone today lose out there, no matter where on the journey you might be ❤️❤️❤️