It was a Wednesday that me, my parents and my 2 sisters went into Sloan, I was scheduled to go into the OR at 12:00, we ended up sitting around until 6:00, and finally my Doctor came in and said..."so, ya ready?"...i giggled and said.."as ready as I'll ever be". I don't remember much after that point, just a few kisses from my family, and a blurry looking room with lots of blue men and women wearing mask's. After that I heard my name being called and my shoulder held by my 2 sisters, it had been 3 hours that I was under anesthesia and when I woke up my eyes were covered in some sort of gooey gel that the doctors must of put on, but I could not see a thing. The only other thought on my mind was..where is a bucket, I'm gonna spew!...but that feeling soon went away, only it was not for long!
The next morning I woke up with holes in my belly button, and all over my stomach, and I had some odd shaped thing bulging out of the upper left part of my chest, this was the port. I can remember trying to sit up and feeling like a train had just hit me, I even said those words aloud, and the nurse told me to lie back down, she explained... "Morphine can make u feel that way". Soon after that is when the nausea decided to come back, I hadn't eaten in a few days so there was not much in my belly, and when you are standing over a toilet trying to throw up because the pain is so bad that you could brake down to the floor crying and just give up, You certainly wish u had food in your belly. The doctors eventually realized that this Morphine stuff was the cause of all my nausea, so they switched my pain pump to something called Diloted, this was much better, it relaxed me, took away the pain, and best of all, didn't make me want to rip my stomach out.
Originally the plan was for me to come home for the weekend after my surgery, my family had planned a big "Just Beat It" party where all my friends and family would shave their heads with me. We had music, games and even a super duper weenie truck!, Shirts were made and hundreds of people were invited to this "event". I was so excited, but at the same time.....I felt like shit. The doctors realized this and decided it would be best if i stayed in the hospital. So down went the party, and in went my Chemo. It hadn't been three days since my surgery and I had already started my first round of Chemo, well let me tell you.. this was not fun, the puking began, and worst of all, the mouth sores... I literally did not eat more than a full piece of toast for 8 days, I couldnt!!!....... Imagine trying to swallow nails, or crushed glass...thats a little bit what it felt like when I tried to drink water. So for those 8 days I was at Sloan, we had a nice room with a view of the water, and I had many visitors to keep my mind off the pain, But my right thumb was on my Diloted pump every 10 minutes, they set it up so I could get a "relief" every 10 minutes, but it was on a constant drip going in through my port at all hours. So you can imagine how loopy I was for those 8 days. There was only 1 day during all of those 8 days where I felt some what good, and when I say some what good, that just means I was not spitting into a bucket every 6 seconds because I had so much mucus in my throat. But the one day where i felt some what good, was when all my friends came to see me, they made me laugh, they told me stories about summer...they made me feel like I did before I began going through what i like to call hell, but a wise man once told me..."if you are going through hell, keep going". Anyways, that was a good day..and a few days after that...I found myself being able to drink a full glass of water with out screaming bloody murder....things were getting better...and the next thing i knew, I was home. Ahh home sweet home!....I had a week back at home where I felt...ehhhh ok-ish, slept on the couch mostly every day..and then it was back for round 2!..........
