After 36 hours in the hospital, I’m home. My Whipple Procedure surgery has been rescheduled for February 13–unless someone cancels a booking of the laparoscopy operating room, in which case the surgery could be sooner.
Had a stress test and a couple of heart ultrasounds this morning. I don’t have a lot of information on my heart, partly because I’m still trying to understand it myself. The cardiologist says my EKG under stress is not normal for the average person, but that it’s normal for me, so he doesn’t see it as an issue for my surgery. However, he has put me on a beta blocker and I will probably need to start seeing a cardiologist on a regular basis to monitor the condition. In 10 or 20 years I may need a pace-maker — or I might not. In the next few days he’s going to discuss my EKG with an Electro Physiologist, just to make sure he didn’t miss anything, but he doesn’t anticipate any problems with my surgery.
So I’m definitely tagging yesterday and today as a successful dress rehearsal for the main event which is now scheduled for Friday the 13th of February–which my excellent Cousin Joe assures me is a very auspicious day and I believe him because he’s very smart about stuff like that.
Party in my hospital room on February 14!
Thank you so much for all your support the past few days. I hope you’ll continue to keep me in your prayers over the next few weeks while I work with the doctors to successfully eradicate this stupid stinking cancer from my body. Crappy stuff! It’s so effing inconvenient and annoying!!!