This blog is set-up as a diary to my cancer-fighting journey. Diagnosed stage 2 breast cancer in July 2013 when I'm 31. And I'm making every second counts there on... How life takes a second chance and re-looking at the priorities in life...

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Post Op Day 5 | 7 Aug 2013

160ml (day 2)
150ml (day 3)
110ml (day 4)

That's the total 24hr count for the drain from my body...

I'm not sure if I shared this before, but one's drain has to be as low as about 50ml for 2 days then the drain can be removed (if it has not reached the maximum of 10 days).

So, doing the simple estimation and calculation, I think I'm not able to be released on this Fri yet. And Dr I confirms my estimation this morning. He came and think I would probably need to use the drain until the 10th day! In simpler English, it means I could only be discharged on next Mon (12 Aug).

The consoling fact is that Dr I said I'm looking better everyday. That probably due to what I happened to be doing when he came. I used to be lying down, if not sleeping when he came in on his daily check. But yesterday I was doing my physiotherapy when he came in. And this morning, I was sitting nice and easy on the side coach, reading to newspaper, and hands attached to the iPhone 5, typing an email.

He asked if I was still working and advised me to take it easy and don't think about work in the meantime.

Must be that engrossed look on the newspaper and phone which he was referring to...

I was actually reading an interesting article on the local newspaper this morning, titled 'Nothing but the bald and heroic truth'. The article moved and encouraged me, with the clear writing of being bald will not decrease the femininity of a woman, and how the society should be more open and supportive to the patients who lose their hair due to chemotherapy etc.

Spontaneously, I picked up the phone and drop an email to the writer for encouraging article. This was my email to her..

Hi xxx,
I have just finished reading your article 'Nothing but the bald and heroic truth' on xxx.
Recently diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer, I'm still recovering in the hospital from my mastectomy done last Friday.
I have recently discussed with the spouse that I'd like to shave the head bald before the chemotherapy starts.
And with the support of your article, I may just drop the idea of buying wig or headband just to cover the little bald head.
Thank you again! Way to go girl! :)

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So I got a reply from the writer in less than 30 minutes later...

Hi xxx,
Rock on! I think you should get an mohawk! :)
Stay strong and I wish you a smooth treatment and recovery. Thanks for reading and for your e-mail. Happy long weekend!

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And another 15mins later, the other colleague of her came writing to seek for permission should they decide to publish my email in the Saturday section!

A little overwhelmed, I paused and seek my friend's advise if I should be saying OK. What if everybody know what happened to me? Not that I mind... What if it affects anything? Like what?? I think the little voice inside me was actually panicking, what if my mum finds out...

So this is the little issue which I need to be handling soon. I think I should be informing my mum and family soon, since the ops has been done.

I just have to tell her that I found that damn C thing on my body and I have removed that damn thing. And now I'm going to kill any residue of it, should there be any in my body. So I need to shave bald, as I do not want to get depressed by seeing the losing hair. And I will be fine in the coming months, real soon really!

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On the visiting note, today my dear colleagues came again to cheer me up. And they especially came earlier so that they could have the more of me before other visitors come :) How cool are they??

During lunch time, my mum-in-law brought my 2 kids, my niece to visit me. And the other sis-in-law also came to join us. I went down to the lobby again today, to order meals for the kids, thinking of not to starve the kids as the idea of the granny... And it's a perfect M fast food restaurant. You can imagine the stares I get from many strangers/patrons in the restaurant. "This lady must be damn hungry/craving/rebellious that she really have to come buy some fries and burger after her surgery!" -.-

Funny sight really, and they were really waiting to see if I sink my teeth to the fries.. Boo! How disappointing for them :) As I get the delish home-cooked broccoli and thread fin fish brought in by mum-in-law. So, bye junk food!

As for now, I'm waiting for 2 more visitors this evening.
Can't wait...

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