Just a final blog for the day. We are all home now. Amy is safe in bed, properly doped up and reasonably comfortable. It is going to be a long night I think since she needs her pills every 4 hours.

Goodnight everyone… Hope you have a good nights sleep.

Amy is now in recovery. I just spoke with her surgeon and all went well. I won’t be able to see for another 45-60 minutes but then I should be able to take her home. No surprises in the operating room and everything went well. Best of all, no drains this time around! Amy will definitely like that.

Thanks for following up. I doubt that Amy will want to blog tonight but we all know Amy. Nothing would surprise me any more.

Just got a call from the operating room (amazing how things have changed huh?). The first phase is complete and everything is looking good so far. The first phase is the reconstruction phase. Next phase is rhino. The nurse said about two more hours to go… Hang tight. All is well so far.

Finally! Amy has been given her first dose of the ‘good stuff’. We have met the surgeon, anesthesiologist (dreamy…) and the OR nurse. Amy has been officially poked, prodded and even drawn on. She is now off to the operating room.

I am now in the lobby waiting for updates as they come in. Stay tuned.

Amy is now ‘prepped’ and ready to meet the love of her life (the anesthesiologist) who brings her happiness in a bottle.

Here is a picture of her in Pre-Op.

Greg here. Amy and I are at the hospital now filling out forms, etc. I do have internet access here at the hospital (obviously) so I will try to post updates as I hear them. I think that Amy is more hungry than anything else at the moment. She hasn’t eaten anything since 6:45 this morning when she was allowed to ‘eat’ her antibiotic.

More to come soon (hopefully)

October 30th — What a difference a night makes. Two ibuprofen and one Levaquin later my temperature drops from 101 to 98 by morning. Greg stays home to help me get kids off to school and I feel well enough to send him off to work. After another hour and a few more temperature checks, I call my oncology office. They are happy that I’m not heading to the hospital so book me for my Herceptin infusion Friday afternoon. I’m worried about infecting the immune-suppressed chemo patients with my mysterious ailment but the nurse assures me that if I’m fever-free, I’m good to go. While at infusion the nurses did laugh that they will know what happened if all the patients on Friday afternoon develop a one-day fever. Call me Typhoid Amy. There weren’t many people in the room when I got there and I chose a chair away from other patients so I think everyone is safe. There was another “Paging Doctor Blue” with nurses hauling oxygen tanks and IV bags to a patient and two doctors actually walking quickly, almost running, into the room. Greg commented that he always misses the excitement when he’s at chemo, but maybe he’s a good luck angel who wards off allergic reactions whenever he’s in the room. I got to chat with my lovely nurse for a long time and bemoaned the fact that my skin seems splotchy and I just look tired. She commented that chemo ages the patients 10 years. I’ve heard that chemo-brain goes away after 18 months so asked if that aging factor goes away too. She sadly said, “no.” When I was telling Greg this, he reminded me that I’m already 14 months older than he is. Do I have to be 15 years older than my lover/husband/boyfriend to be counted as a cougar?

Everyone,

Just a quick note that I am going to upgrade the ‘theme’ of the blog.  This will fix some ‘bugs’ that some of you may have seen with the slideshow gallery (for example).  I will need to re-customize the blog so if it looks different than what you’re expecting, don’t be surprised.

Thanks,

Greg