OT NightMist is Happy Dancing!

Yay!!! Oh I'm so happy, I'm happy-dancing with you, girl! This is definitely just cause for using many exclamation marks and generally running around my computer hooting.!!!!!!!!!

Love ya,
Sunny

PARTY TIME! I'll bring Butter Pecan ice cream..

Butterfly (not Happy Dancing as it's not allowed, YET)

Yippee! By now your infection should be gone, I'm pretty sure ice
cream aids in healing..

Mary in Rock Island IL

So Good to hear your GREAT news! Hugs and quick healing prayers are
on their way!
ME-Judy



On Oct 18, 3:19*pm, NightMist wrote:
At least metaphorically.

Had my follow up appointment at Roswell today.
As many of you probably already know ovarian cancer has a dismal
mortality rate. *Primarily because it is usually not discovered until it
is well advanced, generally stage 3 or 4. *Considering the size of the
tumor I was not really expecting particularly good news. *I was
delightfully surprised to be informed that I was stage 1A, everything was
still encapsulated, they want to give me four inpatient chemo treatments
just to be sure, and it should be all taken care of. *They are 99.9
percent sure I am going to be fine.
Betcha that is what was weird about it. *They wanted to double check
everything because they did not expect such an early stage with such a
large growth.

Less good, I have a bit of infection at the bottom of the incision. *So
they popped it open like a ziplock, rinsed me out, and packed the wound.
I was scatting opera during this little interlude so as to avoid swearing
at them. *Honestly, the aftermath of all this is more comfortable than
the staples were. I am still a bit owie near the infection, but not near
so much elsewhere.
We'll have a visiting nurse in tomorrow to change the dressing and start
teaching DH how to change it.

I am going to try to coax DH into an ice cream run to celebrate the good
news!

NightMist

--
I'm raising a developmentally disabled child. *What's your superpower?

Hurray! 1A is a very good thing!!!

Monique

NightMist wrote:

At least metaphorically.

Had my follow up appointment at Roswell today.
As many of you probably already know ovarian cancer has a dismal
mortality rate. Primarily because it is usually not discovered until it
is well advanced, generally stage 3 or 4. Considering the size of the
tumor I was not really expecting particularly good news. I was
delightfully surprised to be informed that I was stage 1A, everything was
still encapsulated, they want to give me four inpatient chemo treatments
just to be sure, and it should be all taken care of. They are 99.9
percent sure I am going to be fine.
Betcha that is what was weird about it. They wanted to double check
everything because they did not expect such an early stage with such a
large growth.

Less good, I have a bit of infection at the bottom of the incision. So
they popped it open like a ziplock, rinsed me out, and packed the wound.
I was scatting opera during this little interlude so as to avoid swearing
at them. Honestly, the aftermath of all this is more comfortable than
the staples were. I am still a bit owie near the infection, but not near
so much elsewhere.
We'll have a visiting nurse in tomorrow to change the dressing and start
teaching DH how to change it.

I am going to try to coax DH into an ice cream run to celebrate the good
news!

NightMist