Death of Porlock

This morning I woke to find about a tablespoon of serosanguineous fluid (the fluid a wound makes) had leaked from my belly button -- gross.  The incision, all 52 staples of it, is healing really well except for one staple deep in my umbilicus.  With all the creases and crinkles in there it must be harder to get good closure.  For anyone who wants to see my tummy prior to and after surgery, here is a link.  (Mom, DON'T LOOK!)  pre and post surgery tummy  In the pre-op picture you can clearly see the tumor.  I told Bruce we should name this unwelcome house guest, so with just a minute of googling he came up with "Porlock."   "Person from Porlock"  -- a perfectly esoteric and erudite name for an Oxford tumor. I told the pre op assessment nurse, thinking I was being all creative, that I named my tumor.  She said, most patients do.  Well, who knew.  

Aside from that fun -- today was uneventful, thank goodness.  Bruce played house husband, did laundry and continued to make my Cancer Warrior HQ comfy.  Our dining room table looks like a pharmacy, my daily schedule like that of an octogenarian, but I feel stronger than yesterday -- progress.  We took three little walks outside, totaling one mile! 

I thought I'd end today's post with a quiz.  Guess how much paperwork we generated.  Admission to hospital for major surgery, consent forms, discharge forms, all the financial forms, everything.  Answer in the next blog post, which might be on Monday.  I think I'll take tomorrow off.