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Finally a laptop that works inside a hospital so that I can finally update my blog properly. I couldn't see what the hell I was doing with the stupid iphone and the comment that posted didn't get posted.
So what really happened that Saturday evening when my husband drove me to the hospital? As we walked in the door I was crying in pain. There were 1 man and 2 women ahead of me and my husband was sure to to a hospital doorman that I was indeed an emergency case. He announced that I was a 6 year survivor and that have a serious radiation burn on a tumor on my stomach. I pulled it up for all to see. Both women walked over and hugged me and then another nice lady from behind the desk immediately brought me over to get me a room (my very own in emergency). I sat in emergency all night long and then was brought to my very own room upstairs around 8am. We were told by our doctor that the red hot fried tumor was instead a fistula which was about to burst (emergency surgery needed). The nurse had marked the area which was red. iphones don't tend to pick up those colors in certain light situations.
By 9:15am I was wheeled into emergency surgery and had been told of the consequences of having such a surgery but we had not choice. We were indeed frightened of me having to get a bag and all but in all I just wanted to live. I didn't care what kind of bag I got; I just wanted to live. We were wheeled into surgery and the rest was a success except the mistake of getting the epidural.
The doctor was able to cut out the whole fistula itself, and of course this was cancerous and had become entangled in my bowel; it took a whole team to work on me and to make this 1 and half surgery (what was initially thought) a successful 9 hour surgery. This surgery included resewing bowels, debulking several small and large tumors, and resectioning intestines; an even bigger surgery than my very first surgery. It was a tremendous success in that there was no need for any bags (puke or shit bags).
So what really happened that Saturday evening when my husband drove me to the hospital? As we walked in the door I was crying in pain. There were 1 man and 2 women ahead of me and my husband was sure to to a hospital doorman that I was indeed an emergency case. He announced that I was a 6 year survivor and that have a serious radiation burn on a tumor on my stomach. I pulled it up for all to see. Both women walked over and hugged me and then another nice lady from behind the desk immediately brought me over to get me a room (my very own in emergency). I sat in emergency all night long and then was brought to my very own room upstairs around 8am. We were told by our doctor that the red hot fried tumor was instead a fistula which was about to burst (emergency surgery needed). The nurse had marked the area which was red. iphones don't tend to pick up those colors in certain light situations.By 9:15am I was wheeled into emergency surgery and had been told of the consequences of having such a surgery but we had not choice. We were indeed frightened of me having to get a bag and all but in all I just wanted to live. I didn't care what kind of bag I got; I just wanted to live. We were wheeled into surgery and the rest was a success except the mistake of getting the epidural.
The doctor was able to cut out the whole fistula itself, and of course this was cancerous and had become entangled in my bowel; it took a whole team to work on me and to make this 1 and half surgery (what was initially thought) a successful 9 hour surgery. This surgery included resewing bowels, debulking several small and large tumors, and resectioning intestines; an even bigger surgery than my very first surgery. It was a tremendous success in that there was no need for any bags (puke or shit bags).
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