Well, and then it's over again.
Take office at 8 am. Pokke, really?!!! So not a morning person ikke.
Setting an alarm clock is really hassle. 🤪
That reriding set at 6:00am, because I wanted to hang another wash. Not knowing what I can and can't do after the operation, just to be sure, but the laundry baskets washed out. Slightly cleaned up and cleaned the days before. Let's be honest, can't take weeks before I can do something again.
Well, yeah, that's what I thought. This surgery couldn't be worse than my heart surgery. Then I was lying on the operating table in two. And that didn't really stop me from doing the laundry immediately after a week at home. (A heavy hatch must first be lifted in the kitchen to get into the basement, where the washing machine is located.) Scolded by my girlfriends of course that I did, but hey, my name is Marion. And I'm still alive.

All right, alarm clock rings and I jump next to my bed. NOT. Half dead first but fed my kittens and gave the pigeons a clean booth at this unchristian, still dark, time and eat. Eating all the animals around me, because also feeding house was filled, except me. Not even a cup of coffee should I take. What kind of evil can handle that?! Pokke!
At 730 am I had agreed at dinnetje a few houses away and how I do it, I do it. But I was there at 740. How the hell do I do that ! I was up well in time anyway. No coffee and breakfast, so where is that time?
Dinnetje had to go gas to hospital. We're there much faster than expected. 750 hours. So plenty of time.
Tells the nurse that I will be helped at 10 am. At 10 am! That was another 2 hours of sleep extra. Pokke!
But then why? It's not Schiphol, anyway? Because an operation may have ended earlier or fall out and you can therefore go straight to the operating room.
Well, nothing fell out, so just wait silly. Pokke
Whether I was nervous? No, not really. More nervous for what was in store for me next. What else can I do, I'm doing bee.
My blood pressure was good in the morning, but my heart beat may have betrayed me anyway. Maybe a little nervous after all, but later in the operating room it was back to normal. So I guess I was just pretty relaxed.

While chatting with dinner, it was suddenly time to get up 😉 First swapped a dirty surgical shirt. Wax adhesive stickers, she said.
Yes, so. So filthy!
How happy they would have been that I was only on the day recording, because after the surgery, I had some nuts on my singing, of course. 🤪
And then the preparations for surgery.
A treasure from an anesthesiologist, who would not be with my surgery but would inject the infusion. And she wanted to do that in my hand.
NO!!!!! That is now off limits. That doesn't work. But she had found a nice one, she said. And it didn't work out. At least not the way she wanted it. It had to be deeper and it didn't work. Pokke !
But she had the solution when she saw my panic in my eyes. Before the anaesthetic, it was fine, and under anesthesia they would look for a different vein. Very well ! That's what I call thinking along in my pain.

What a spectacle such an operating room every time. Everything, everyone revolves around you. It's nice, that everyone imagined. And yes, 2 names I remember, but yes. those face masks huh. I'll never recognize that on the street again 🤣
What I thought was very special, by the way, was that I was allowed to hold my hearing aids. I didn't know it yet.
Of course, I didn't have any lenses in, so I had my glasses on and I could, if I wanted to, also wear them during surgery. Well, I didn't think that was necessary, but I wanted to hold those chores. That was also practically in hindsight.
Because when I got back among the living, the first thing I could hear was to hear.
It went well!!
Seriously guys. I started smiling and that hasn't stopped to date.
We expected and hoped for it, but it has become a reality. The lymph nodes are clean. I only hear the results of the collected breast tissue in 2 weeks. But assume, that that is also clean, actually.

But ff, eh, losing your need on a stitch like that is a thing. And I had a really high need in the bedroom. Well, say huge space with a lot of others. But if I can handle surgery, I can handle such a po too. 🤪 And that's how it happened. and then I knew right away that I was allowed to go home quickly, because urination after surgery was a prerequisite to be allowed to go home.

And then, once in the department, I got to EAT !!!! en KOFFIEEEEEEEEE I'm not a coffee fun, but in the morning no coffee is apparently a thing for the rest of the day.
Because I wasn't looked after after serving the sandwich and coffee, I started to wonder if the nursing did know I was back. I had not seen anyone in an hour. No one who asks me how I'm doing. wondrous.
But I was fine, and I wanted more coffee. So the alarm button pressed. I'm like a princess, too. Calling for a cup of coffee. But what must be, that must. coffee.

The lead time for my alarm was three minutes. truly. Little sarren, of course, that guy who came.
Meanwhile, I still had an IV in my arm. Couldn't get that thing out? Did he do it right too.
Dus de volgende kop coffee kon ik zelf halen. Yeah.

Surgeon stopped by to check if everything was still stuck, and then left.

And what I didn't know, but found out in the evening is that February 4th is 'World Cancer Day'.
Had to be a good sign for me anyway. Now a day.
borstkanker
Photo: Ann Taveirne

I'm barely in pain. More affected by my itchy, stabbing arms that I already had than the surgery.
Sure, I'm fair, but if I stay away from it with my tack (except I give a lot of Reiki of course), I'll be fine. Nice thin incisions by the way.

Just cooked last night and go to bed early. And then these two hugs with me. What a pleasure.

 
 

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