With one day to go before my birthday, I had hoped to be home from the hospital, ready to enjoy some mashed potatoes with gravy, turkey and some other yumminess. No such luck. Having first wanted to ignore me altogether, the medical establishment is now determined to fix as much wrong with me as possible. For which I am grateful!
On today's medical agenda they will put a tube through my back to drain the right ureter that they couldn't see yesterday. I will then have a tube hanging out of my back into some bag, until it drains enough for them to see to put in a stent on that side. That will hopefully take care of the kidney issues.
On to the stoma...that horrible piece of mucus-covered penile-looking flesh that taunts me belly. I found a wonderful general surgeon who considers it no big deal to do that surgery to remove it, so that will happen on Friday morning, and hopefully not interfere with anyone's holiday plans. I hope to then be home that weekend. Finally. I will still have cancer, but my quality of life will be greatly improved.
I long to be home with my pups again, kicked back in my easy chair, watching TV and texting. Hopefully soon. And hopefully this plan won't change, unless to get better. Happy Thanksgiving, all y'all!