Still more grossness

This post is a follow up, and still not for the faint of heart! On October 17, I had a drain put in the hematoma area since just aspirating wasn't doing the trick. The drain was painful and miserable and then, all by itself it fell out last Friday. It's called a pigtail drain because the part that goes in your body is curled like a pigtail, or a hook, and is supposed to be really hard to get out unless you cut the string that makes it go straight. But, mine came out, still all curled.. Sunday I started feeling flu-ish and had a temp. Once you've had cancer, everyone gets very excited about temps because it could signal an infection and they get very concerned about that. So I called on Monday and sure enough, they thought it was likely an infection and got me started on an antibiotic. Today, Tuesday, I went in to see the doc and she confirmed that it's an infection. Now, read no further if you can't handle blood, gore, and general nastiness. Hmm, you're still reading....okay then......Well she decided she needed to open me up right then and there and get all the fluid/blood out. That I kind of expected. But, to make it heal we have to keep it open. So she made about an inch long incision down to my chest wall (not really as bad as it sounds since really all I have now is chest wall!) and squished the fluid/blood out. No pus so that was good (I told you this was gross). This is where it gets really gross though. We have to keep it open so that it heals from the bottom up. If she let it just close up on it's own, the infection would still be in there and it would just puff up again. So to keep it open, she packed it with about 16 inches of narrow gauze....like a snake. The gauze will act like a wick and pull the yuckiness out. Then I have a bandage over the incision to collect the yuckiness. By their account, this bandage will get "drenched" and I'll need to change it frequently at first until it starts to heal. But here's the fun part: twice a day I get to pull the old gauze out, pack the wound with new gauze, and then bandage it up. I have to keep everything super sterile and they gave me my own snazzy doctor scissors and tweezers to use. Along with a bunch of extra long Q-tips which are what I'll use to pack the gauze into the wound. Geesh...should have been a nurse. No, this is why I'm NOT a nurse!!!

I have handled a lot of things done to my body. From getting my wisdom teeth pulled with just novocaine at the regular dentist (apparently others my age all went to oral surgeons...who knew??), to surgery on my feet in high school, and now all the assorted things I've had done to get rid of the breast cancer. Each one has been no big deal. Well, maybe not no big deal but I've taken it in stride. A couple of core biopsies. A D&C last summer. Innumerable IVs and pokes. My breast after the lumpectomy looked like a mack truck had driven over it and I had to take care of the incision. The bi-lateral mastectomy, well, you can imagine the aftermath of that, but remember I had two drains then and two pain pump tubes going in at the top. Four tubes going into one's body is a lot to manage and care for! Then this last drain. When it fell out, I was pretty woozy by the whole thing. So I am not to sure how I will manage this. The idea of pulling bolld-soaked gauze OUT of my body and then PACKING new stuff back in....I have to admit I'm not sure I'm up for this. She said I can go to urgent care, go to the ER, or go to their office and have it done, but really? Twice a day? So I'm thinking I just have to suck it up and remember that this too will pass. There were some tears in the doctors office today. Not from pain, but emotional tears. The saying "It's always something" has been very true in my case and to be honest, it's been exhausting. I am just so tired of being sick and of having to do things I never thought I would have to do. But, then I remind myself, I am here. I AM HERE. Three very powerful words that I am fortunate and grateful to be able to say. And as long as I am here, I can handle the gross stuff. Well, no guarantees I won't barf while doing it.... but I can do it!