I'm at Jenn and Eric's house now, holding down their guest bed. Doing a damn good job of it too! I'm eternally thankful that I do not have to attend to these disgusting drain things. OMG they're disgusting. Whatever service they do for me, they make me smell the odor of human flesh rotting.
The really good news to share is that the pathology report from the surgery shows that the margins were clear from any cancer cells. This is good news. It means that the surgeon was able to stay as far away from the cancer as she said she wanted to, and that whatever cancer was in me, is now out of me. (Although no one can promise you that a stray cell or two-thousand hasn't been lingering somewhere hiding out in an effort to survive through chemo. That's why you can never be sure if you've been "cured.")
Thanks to St. M's and Jeannette for the lovely dinner, visit and lunch for tomorrow. Your support is greatly appreciated.
Will check in as I'm able to. I'm definitely different forever and the surgery might be no biggie for the doctor doing it, but it's plenty big enough in my book. I'm weak but feeling a little better each day.