I just re-read the last posting – and it
was soon after writing it that George’s mom passed peacefully in her
sleep. September 16, 2017.
Today marks three years from the first
surgery for PMP. Facebook popped up with
memories from that day. Early morning
check-in for 7:30 surgery. 9:30 the “thumbs
up” that surgery would continue and HIPEC be performed. Surgery ending after just 7 hours rather than
the expected 10. George being taken to
ICU overnight (and ended up being three or four nights). We didn’t know how much they struggled during
surgery as George had gone into shock.
That surgery extended George’s
life. Had they not discovered the cancer
during the scan for a kidney stone, it is likely that he would have already
died. As it was, the disease had
progressed along pretty far. We are
lucky to have found a great surgeon – someone who gave us hope.
Here we sit, three years later. Our lives had changed a lot, more so after
the second surgery than the first. After
the first we were able to put back some semblance of our former life. Not so after the second.
I have to admit there are times it is
difficult. There’s unspoken fear. There’s physical discomfort and constant
fatigue (for George). These affect our
lives in that we are bound to stay close to home nearly all the time. Our ventures out are generally short.
About this time of year is when we normally
would be taking a week-long vacation as we waited until kids had gone back to school. We had some great trips – Alaska, Canada,
Missouri, Arizona. I am sad that we can
no longer do those kinds of trips.
Next week we have a PMP conference and
the topic is the mental and physical health “after diagnosis, after surgery,
etc”. I hope they have some good
information. I think we can both use
this. Of course, the best part is seeing
people we rarely get to see and having fun forging new friendships with others ‘just
like us’.
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