The last of the tubes came out yesterday at the Royal Marsden, as well as the surgical strips covering the incision on my belly. I now have only two dressings and a bunch of stitches left--and I feel entirely more human than I did a couple of days ago.
I was going to type a longer version of what had happened in the hospital--but it seems far too navel gazing, so I'm going to skip it and just provide a short list of Things I Have Learned:
1. Morphine is really, really addictive. Yup. Physical withdrawal has now run it's course, thank God.
2. Your abdominal muscles are very important in any number of things. Like standing up. Or sitting upright. Or raising your arm. Or, in fact, just about every fricken movement you can make. And when they have been cut, you become as weak as . . . a very weak thing. So do more sit ups.
3. The removal of drains is a subject of intense horror.
4. They say laughter is the best medicine. Well, I can now reveal that if you've had an abdominal incision, that's a DAMNED LIE!
5. Your sense of wellbeing is directly inversely correlated with the number of tubes running into your body.
And that's about it.
I have another appointment with the hospital on Thursday next week to discuss other treatment options (possible chemo--although it doesn't do much for melanoma, and maybe some experimental stuff), and to get the pathology results. Fingers crossed that the abdominal mass wasn't melanoma.