So we’re back to waiting.
Waiting for my body to recover from the surgery.
This is going to take longer than I had hoped but I don’t think it will be unreasonable. I’m trying to take it slow. But when I just sit around I feel incredibly useless and lazy.
Waiting for my drains to be removed.
Getting the drains out will be liberating in itself. I don’t know if that will happen at my follow-up with my oncology surgeon on Wednesday or at the plastic surgeon’s follow-up on Friday. At least the drainage started flowing more after I started moving around (as my plastic surgeon accurately predicted.) I supposed the removal of that apparatus depends on the amounts that we’re still measuring on Wednesday.
Waiting for the pathology results.
My oncology doctor will call me personally with my results. She thought the wait might be 3 days.
Everything about this predicament is simply sandwiched between bouts of waiting.