After the brief flurry of activity to get the surgery done it's back to waiting again. This time we're waiting for the wounds to heal.
Actually, they seem to be doing pretty well. They hurt a bit, but not too much and the huge scar on my arm from where they took the skin for the graft is looking better every day. The main surgery area is still bandaged - the skin graft seemed to be taking well but it's still pretty delicate and needs extra care for a while. I can't do much with my right hand yet, but again that's really only to expected.
I wish it wasn't so damned dull though. Without my right hand I can't do much of anything, it's even a struggle to wash and dress and do all those basic tasks we normally don't have to even think about. I've not worn anything with buttons or zips or hooks and eyes in weeks!
I'm so lucky to have my wonderful hubby around - he's been looking after me brilliantly even though I'm fed up and grumpy at him half the time. Poor Gary! I'll have to come up with a plan to thank him and how him just how much his support means to me when I can use my hand again. He's such a sweetie, he even makes a point of taking me out to the cinema etc so I at least get out of the house now and then - considering that we live right in the middle of nowhere out in the fens it's the only way I actually get to see or talk to other people just now, except for online.
I've got a return visit to the consultant on June 3rd, so hopefully I will soon have some idea of what happens next, by then the bandage will be gone and I'll have started to get back to normal - just in time for him to tell me how normal gets disrupted next.
It is quite a shock just how much having cancer takes over your life. I really don't seem to have anything else to talk about these days. That must make me awfully dull to be around.
