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September 8-11, 2007 (Days 14-17)
Post-op was very difficult. I was seen by the grim reaper (a referring onocologist). He told my in-laws, daughters and I that I had about a 25 percent chance for a 5 yr. survival. He said there wasn't much to be done and to get my affairs in order. I was devastated. My family was too and tried to console me, but they needed consoling as well. It was hopeless. Rand left work to be with me that night. It was a night I'll never forget. More like a nightmare.
The following day, Dr. Tatum visited and I told him about the visit the previous day. He was upset and decided to send me to Birmingham to a specialist by the name of Dr. Kilgore. I was relieved that maybe there was hope once again. The pain and agony was almost too much to bear. I could barely move and had terrible pain on the left side. My precious Rand devised a way to lift me from the bed so I could walk the short distance to the bathroom. I was determined to move despite the pain. He held me as I used the bathroom. (true love) My Father and Mother-in-law came and spent the night while Rand worked. They also provided my daughters dinner. My son Corey and my grandchildren came for a visit. Poor things, they were startled to see grandmommie in such a state. I was so blessed with the love all around me. I was discharged home on the 11th. I had antsie pants that morning. I got up early, hobbled about, packed my things and straightened up my room. (Go figure, I didn't want to leave it messy) I was able to function somewhat as long as my pain meds were on board.
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