Praise God!

Yesterday was a very nice and calm day.  Saturday night was very long.  I was awake every 3 hours.  Haven't been able to sleep the whole night through yet.  Still uncomfortable.  My chest is starting to itch where the incision is. Headaches seem to be coming and going.  I am taking all this to mean that my body is healing.  It did just have major surgery and it takes time to heal. I am starting to move a little better.  Which makes me very happy.

Hadn't left the house since I got home from surgery.  But yesterday, I needed to go to church.  Needed to go worship and get my spiritual food for the week.  Getting dressed was a struggle.  I had to put on special bra and I had to figure out what to wear so that my drainage tubes are hidden.  This was a struggle but I did find a shirt in my closet that would work.  With Andre's help, I attempted to clean myself up.  Then I had to put on the special bra tank top. This is the first bra I will use. It has these two little pockets in it to hold the drainage tubes.  A great invention.  Andre was helping me every step of the way.  If I ever loved him so much, this was one of those moments.  I watched him carefully help me put the fake stuff in the bra.  He never grimaced at my breast being gone nor did he act like he was frustrated that putting on my bra was an issue.  After making sure that my padding matched my left side, I put on bra. Had to adjust it some but eventually, I was done.  I looked at it didn't look so bad.  I put on my shirt and shocking as it was to me, no one could really tell that I didn't have a right breast.  I finished getting dressed and off to church we went!

I was so glad that I went. It made me feel good and it made me feel so connected to God.  I felt God's presence and that is what I needed so bad in my life.  Going to church always makes me feel so strong and that I can tackle the world. This is how I felt after the sermon.  Returning home, I felt different.  Probably this was the best feeling I have had since learning that I had breast cancer.

That one hour gone was much though.  When I got home, I was very tired and had a slight headache.  After I put back on my PJ's, I laid back down and attempted to enjoy the rest of my Sunday. A very close friend of mines from Wichita, paid for my family to have lunch.  It was nice.  I ordered PF Chang's, my favorite chinese restaurant.  Andre, bless his heart, has been trying to cook. He has some really good dishes that he makes but not many. It was so nice for the change this day. Had a few surprise visitors and it was nice.  Kind of like a train station of visitors.  One group would leave and then another group would come.  :) One friend brought her Mom who has suffered with breast cancer and it was so helpful.  I was able to ask all these questions and it was nice.  She actually eased my mind about a lot of things. It made my day go fast and kept my mind off the itching/throbbing feeling I was having in my chest.  Another friend brought me chicken spaghetti and that as delicious.  I have to be so careful and conscience of my diet now.  Need to change my lifestyle so that I can be healthy.  In order to beat cancer, I know how important eating healthy and exercise is.  Should have been doing this all a long.  But, oh well.  Never too late to start. The majority of this day was spent visiting.  By the time evening came, I as exhausted. However, it was a good tired feeling.

Overall, a great day.  Just rested, visited and watched lots of television.  I am trying to do more things as possible.  Andre won't let me do anything and this is getting frustrating.  I know I need to rest but I have to also try to take care of myself.  This is a part of healing.  I so do not like being treated like an invalid.  I need to be independent and self sufficient.  That is just who I am.  I am trying very hard to chill until at least Wednesday.  That would make a week since surgery and I should be able to start doing more on my own.

Today, I go see Dr. Floyd so he can remove my drains.  I wonder if he will have the results back yet.  I am nervous but being hopeful.  I have to keep the "I will survive" attitude going at all times.  I have a lot of questions for him today.  I have to tell him some stuff.  Most importantly is,"I have not had a bowel movement and what can I do to get this process moving?" :)

Until later...