I woke up this morning and I had forgotten. What a glorious moment that is, the moment before you remember that something world shifting has happened. I wondered why the heck it felt like a Mack truck had hit my chest and underarm. Turns out it had been 12 whole hours without painkillers – thats a loooong time! I am slowly trying to wean myself off of Dilaudid even now (1 week today post surgery!), but as a friend said last night, if there’s anytime in your life that you should get to take morphine, it’s now.
Then I remembered the tumor is gone, and apart from the chest pain I actually feel better than I have for a long time. Naps, lots of sleep, 3 healthy meals and 2 walks a day will do that for you. And no sugar and no alcohol. Plus all the company and support. And the down time. So far so good!