Ouch! That Hurt.

Yesterday I had another surgery related to my melanoma. This was a much simpler procedure, since it only involved one incision. The purpose of this procedure was to remove additional lymph nodes to determine whether I’m stage IIIa or IIIb. As near as I can tell, that has no bearing on my treatment one way or the other. I guess it’s statistically important for the doctors.

I had the first surgical slot of the day, so we had to arrive at Newport Hospital by 6:30 am. Surprisingly, I am not now, nor have I ever been, a morning person. Getting up prior to 5:00 is bad. However, I did like leaving the hospital by 2:30. In daylight. Even after being held for four hours post-surgery (sleep apnea concerns and all).

This was the simpler of the two surgical procedures I’ve had because there was only one incision. My last surgery had an incision in my groin and a big-ass cut on the back of my leg. This surgery was one incision in my groin. The next thing that was different was that it took significantly longer for me to recover from the anesthesia this time. I was drowsy until about 6:00 pm. The third difference was the pain. You’d think having two incisions would hurt more, but you would be wrong. Damn, it hurt when I came to! It wasn’t excruciating, but why suffer through unnecessary pain? I took the vicodin.

As near as I can tell, I have about eight stitches and a drain. Who knew there was so much extra fluid in your body? It just keeps draining. I guess that’s good, though. I’d rather not have excess fluids building up in my leg. But I really HATE sleeping on the recliner and I can’t wait to get the drain out. The pain is gone now, so I guess I’m making progress.

Next steps: I might get the drain removed Friday; I meet with the oncologist next Tuesday (and take a decision on whether I opt for the clinical trail or just go with the standard treatment); then I meet with the surgeon a week from Friday to se how the incision is healing. And then I can start my year of treatment some time in January. Kind of nice: my year of misery coincides with the calendar, so I should be free and clear by January 2013. If things go as planned.

I’m not sure if I’ve said this before, but I hate cancer.