First of all, I just now realized that the last day I blogged was the day before I re-entered the hospital! I started to feel sort of blah that day and the next day I was running a fever. Went in for an early doctor's appointment and they weren't at all concerned, even though my incision was rather "angry" looking and I was still feeling poorly. They gave me antibiotics and sent me home. I took a dose and Tylenol and went to bed. Woke up late that afternoon and felt worse. Called the doctor and lied so they would pay attention to me because I knew something was pretty wrong. Finally he conceded and said I should go to the emergency room. We went in at 4:30 pm and my fever was around 103.5. They stuck me in a room that registered 55 degrees, but I was boiling and so was everyone else! I was finally admitted at around 11 pm. There was talk of an abscess, but nothing was definite. For whaterver reason, the nurse was unable to get my medications transferred, so I ended up with no antibiotics for about 8 hours. That next morning I was really feeling sick and I could see concern in the staff. They knew they had mismanaged my case. Sent me to radiology for a drain and when I returned, I had a private room and a LOT more attention. I discovered at that point that what I did not like was not having information. Just wanted them to tell me what was going on. Needless to say, my speedy recovery was brought to a major halt. I was in the hospital for 7 days and basically had to start my recovery all over again. I'd love to say I'm all better now, but I sort of don't know what that means. My primary care physician told me she really thought I "dodged a couple of bullets." I was septic and that is serious. I also had cancer. That's serious too. But I don't think it was my body that took the major hit. I full well believe it was my soul that was most effected. For the better and the worse.
Thank you all for your prayers and your friendship.