Pre op

Me after check in!

On Saturday morning I got up took my rescue remedy (it works) and off we went to the clinic. I couldn’t help saying “bollocks” over and over again thinking I’ve just got the use of my arm back and now I have to go through the whole recovery again!  Still if it makes me better then its a small price to pay.

It wasn’t too nerve wracking really as all the familiar faces where there, my two doctors (one of which operated on my first mole years ago and the other on my appendix when I was 15) and all the kind nurses which were surprised to see me back so soon! Poor sods! Chatterbox Alethea is back!

I changed into my blue gown and by 10:30 I was lying on the operating table. This time my room was so close by I walked into it!  Everyone was walking around me getting stuff ready and I was happily chatting away to the surgeon and the anesthetist telling them “I’m not going to cry this time” and whilst they put heart monitor patches under my boobs and got my arm ready to be strapped up the anesthetist did his job and the last thing I remember saying was ohhh I can feel it and as he pinched my cheeks as off I went into dreamland. Although saying that you don’t dream much when you are under the drugs..

Two hours later I was awake and apparently asking the theater nurse whether I wet myself or farted on the operating table! haha I do not remember any of this, my husband told me after, and he also said that the nurse said I was a model patient!  lol  Thank god for that!

Compared to last time I woke up I was in very little pain and very little distress.  I think its because this time I was not afraid, I was more optimistic and I knew that what they did could potentially save my life! That and of course all the drugs they pumped in me!  I had a nice bruise on my butt cheek from the injection which was administered before I woke up!

I have to say Rescue Remedy truly is a wonderful thing.. and no I don’t have shares in their sales lol

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Doctors that mess you about

My oncologist sent me to Nicosia today to see a plastic surgeon. He said that he’s the chap that knows about Melanomas.   When I spoke to my original surgeon, he said, why is he sending you to see him? They are plastic surgeons. They have nothing to do with lymph removals. He then spoke to my oncologist who said he was sending me to the plastic surgeon because surgery at the general hospital is free.

So off we went at 730am and got there for 9.  Surprise surprise when I got there no one was expecting me and when they finally saw me at 11 they told me “we dont do this kind of surgery, your doctor must have got confused when he sent you to us”  arghhhhh (I waited a WHOLE week to hear this!)  He said they can refer me to a surgeon at their hospital but I’d have to make a new appointment and there is a waiting list for surgeries.  So they suggested I come back to Paphos and see a surgeon here.   I said stuff this, and spoke to my first surgeon and agreed to have the surgery tomorrow morning in a private clinic! I just cant wait any longer as its too dangerous.

Can’t eat or drink anything from midnight onwards.  So I am having a cheeky vodka now.  I’m not going to fight the toxins in my body by putting more in so really once I’ve had this surgery I will have to be even more careful about what I eat and drink.

Then again, you can say you only live once, which is very true and you should totally live every day doing things you want, but that doesn’t mean that booze and parties are the way to do it. Not at my age anyway haha

I know that tomorrow they will take out all my lymph nodes and melanoma. The sad thing is is that you are never quite free of melanoma. It can come back again and again.    This is why I have to try to eat healthier and take care of myself more, because I only get one shot at life and I will do whatever it takes to live a long one..

So here’s to positive thinking and here’s to step two of my battle to beat this son of a b***h 🙂 oh and to giving my oncologist a big earful for sending me on a wild goose chase and wasting my very precious time.