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My pain level is one-ish if you are familiar with those pain charts in hospitals. It’s mostly at a low roar, present but only with occasional jabs if I move awkward ways.
As usual, staff at Regional West have been very caring, competently doing what they do, listening well, respectful of my quirky nature, laughing – they better! – at my terribly long stories. To the latter, I need to come up with a safety word for them to use when I inevitably get off topic. I think “stop” is a good one.
I thought the surgery would be more painful, frankly. I will have follow up, initially, I think, to let me know if the lymph nodes show advancement of the cancer from the breast. In that case, I will require radiation treatments. If not, what? I have yet to learn.
I suspect more medications are to come, and there are definitely more blood draws, that are difficult on me because of my 23 year history of the vascular disease, WG/GPA that affects small and medium sized blood vessels. What’s left have been used so often that my poor left arm must have very few vessels that give up blood willingly!
