It has been two weeks to the day since I have had surgery to rid my body of a large nasty tumor. There were many instructions from the hospital on that day. The most intriguing to me was the request not to shave. Since I was to be on blood thinners it could complicate things if I knicked myself. These instructions were held in place for my entire stay. That would give me a six day head start on a beard, a “safe haven” from spousal nagging. Hooray!!
Once we got home I shared my enthusiasm regarding my 6 day beard with Lee and it was remarkable how well she stifled her excitement. Over the past week Friends remarked how “Hemingway-ish” I looked. Then I looked in the mirror and all I saw the old man and the sea. What? I’m in the desert, not the ocean, and I’m not an old man. Really, I’m not! So this morning off with the beard. Yes, this looks familiar. Although my bride wasn’t quite gushing, I could tell she approved.
Not a hair on my chinny chin chin!
This afternoon we visited with my surgeon. She reaffirmed her initial evaluation that the remaining colon shows no signs of cancer. The pathology report showed cancer in only 1 of the 19 lymph nodes. From what she observed and the state of my general health, she is confident I will have good results with chemo. She removed the JP drain ( yeah!!!), but noticed signs of infection in the main incision. She cleaned it out and prescribed some antibiotics. I will have a home nurse change the dressing every day until I return to the surgeon next week. Yippie Skippie!