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...

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Post Op Day 6 | 8 Aug 2013

130ml was yesterday's count for the drain (day 5)

It shot up and I had a little boo boo of drain leaking in the evening last night. Felt a gush of warm liquid flowing down my body and staining the bedsheet.

Panicky as it may get, I quickly pressed the call button for an SOS. The nurse changed the dressing for me and put on a gauze to ensure dry site before she left home at about 9pm. But about 30 minutes later, the same feeling came, although it didn't flow out this time (thanks to the gauze), so the night shift nurse had to sterilize and change the dressing again, this time using a see-through-waterproof dressing, so to be able to monitor the site easily.

I must have been moving too much today. Though the nurses told me that 'this sometimes happen'. I recalled on what I really did last evening.

I had a pretty good hair wash assisted by the nurse at around 6pm. It was the same nurse who assisted my 1st shower a couple of days back. I told her that she has officially become my partner-in-crime, since nurse T has strongly suggested me to stay out of shower and hair wash until the dressing is removed.

But she and her colleague did a really sweet job. What I needed to do was to lie down on my bed, straight up to the edge while they were putting up plastic sheet to hold waste water, and dry blue sheet to protect my bed. There she washed my hair almost with the good service like how my stylist did in the salon. It was really refreshing with the cold water running down through the scalp.

Smelling really nice, last night only 1 of the 2 visitors came. She brought cheese cake ooh la la and accompanied her with her sweet voices and good listening ears. After seeing her off, what I did was technically sitting down chatting with my college friend via facebook messenger.

Now I wasn't sure if I really moved so much...

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Anyway, today, as of this hour, drain has been showing good record. It has not even reached 50ml (in the count of 15 hours and more). I was asking Dr I the possibility of me 'checking-out' tomorrow looking at the drain count. He didn't want to commit so not to disappoint me, he just said if it stayed below 50ml for these 2 days, I might be able to be discharged on Sat, 10 Aug.

Oh yeah! That's what I'm talking about. Sat is definitely better than Mon.

I got excited and kept asking any nurses who came by to check on my drain, like a proud child who is elated about her test results, and kept showing off herself! Also to ensure it's not some kind of faultiness going on with the drain, I made sure I did enough walking/physiotherapies/moving around too! *fingers crossed*

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My babies came to visit me today during lunch time. The 4-of-us spent really good quality time together for close to 6 hours. We caught 3 movies on the TV, hugging, snacking, shopping at the lobby and stoning together. It felt good, except that I must exercise extra care when getting snuggy with the children in order not to hurt my wound. They went home at about 6pm earlier, after the husband taking away a lot of food for supper tonight.

*burp*

And now past dinner, we're back online skyping with one another's silly faces stuck on the gadget's screen...

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