I write this with the understanding
that the majority of my audience is younger than me... and, like me, have never
had major surgery.
The surgery was Tuesday. It lasted
over 4 hours, about 4 hours 15 minutes. The doctors were slowed down by the
prostate. The Lupron shot made it more fibrous and difficult to remove. (I was
aware that could happen.) After what I said earlier I do believe that radiation
will be needed, if the PSA is detectable. We'll see. The surgery
"should've" taken 2.5 - 3.5 hours.
I was in recovery about 3 hours
instead of just 1-2 hours. I barely remember recovery, getting rolled out of
recovery, the elevator ride and being rolled into my room. I was just
hoping they weren't going to go fast. I was feeling a little sick. I remember a
nurse, I believe, holding my hand and me having enough presence of mind to
squeeze it hard. That felt good.
The one thing they stressed in my
room was breathing... to get the anesthesia gas back out of my lungs. I just pretended
like I was in choir singing. There's a way you sing to fill up your lungs and
that is accomplished by the way you breath. I think
that really helped.
I remember being awaken
several times during the night. I asked for and got a shot for pain. The male
nurse at
I also had a feeling of nausea and
got a shot for that. My aunt HIGHLY recommended taking the drugs. They make you
feel better so you heal faster. I took whatever drugs I could get. (c:)~ Actually, that was about it.
They served me a liquid breakfast. I
ate most of it... beef broth, chicken broth, apple juice, hot (hot) tea,
whatever. I was feeling really good by the time my parents arrived on Wednesday
morning. The nurses came in and checked on me and gave me some papers and then
left. My parents left to get the prescriptions filled and to have lunch. The
nurse said I needed to be up and walking around and I could leave.
I could leave??? As I was walking
down the hallway the nurse asked me why I was still here?
She said, I got the papers... I could go. It wasn't
even
I stayed at my parents
house. I couldn't make up my mind whether to sit in the recliner in the
I did some of the same thing on
Thursday. Thursday night I felt like I could do choir practice... the whole 2
hour practice. So, my dad took me. We went to the mens' sectionals first. I
monitored the bag strapped to my leg to make sure it was 'draining'. I didn't
know what to expect. Well, it should drain constantly, even if just slowly. I
didn't use the markings on the bag to keep track. Towards the end of sectionals
I snuck out with my father to check it. It looked like it stopped draining. The
paperwork didn't cover that.
I had enough sense to go to the
emergency room. By the time they got around to me I was ready to get relieved...
big time. They put in 60 cc saline solution and got back 700 cc. I was ready.
On Friday my body said, SLEEP!!! I
obeyed. If I was awake I was eating. If I wasn't eating I was asleep. That was
it. Saturday I did the same thing.
On Sunday, I finally took a shower.
Oh!!! You never thought of that, did you? At some point your nose let's you
know. (c:)~ I watched church on tv. But, that
afternoon I DROVE myself to choir practice. I was feeling alive and awake
again.
Choir practice kicked my butt. We're
getting ready for our Christmas special on Dec 19th. If you don't have anything
planned for that Sunday... check this out. It's going to be awesome. I could
not stand up and sing. I just got too light headed. I could sing and not get
quite as light headed. So, I need to practice singing and standing on my feet
as well.
I am limited on the physical
exercise. NO LIFTING!!! Yeah, right. Try getting up off the sofa. Try SITTING
up on a sofa. That's why sofa's have backs... so you
can grab the back and lift yourself up. Ouch!!!
I am NOT going back to work this
week. I am going back to
I am surprised. A few years ago
I thought I'd never be able to face something like this if it ever happened to
me. But, since joining the choir and having friends, and co-workers, pray
for me... I have been able to make it through.
I appreciate everybody's prayers and
concerns and cards and emails.
Thanks.
Paul