Even after all the tests, my oncologist (cancer killer dr.) wanted to have some lymph nodes removed. So, my wonderful surgeon, Dr. Epstein, did his magic again. He also installed my "port" for my chemo. What he did not tell me was that I would have a tube left that had to be drained morning and night. My wonderful friend, Richard, took me for my surgery and stayed with me day and night for several days. I had a fever of 101 the first night so we both were a little anxious. Especially since my normal temp is 97.7 Since I was taking mucho pain meds we weren't sure (I was so loopy I was not sure of my name by this time) whether I could take anything for the fever. Richard finally got the dr. on call and he assured him I could take motrin for the fever but to check me every couple of hours. So, Richard was off to Walgreens (which is right at my house) for motrin. Then he faithfully came in and woke me up every 4 hours to take my temperature. HELLO - NURSE CRATTCHIT ANYONE? Imagine if you can, being sound asleep or drugged or whatever, and waking up to someone looming over you with a thermometer aimed at your mouth - and he did this all night. I say that in jest - I really can never repay Richard for all his kindness and attention. Maybe he should be a nurse.
I will tell you that it was more painful than the lumpectomy. I sleep on my left side and that is where all the surgery took place. So, many sleepless nights in Garden City.
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