The surgery went well. It lasted about eight hours. The surgeon got "clean margins" (meaning all the tumor) so he was pleased. He ended up taking a bit of her abdominal wall, too, because there was a hard spot there. It doesn't sound like a large area, though.
They successfully re-routed (or created?) ureters to drain urine from her kidneys plus a stoma to form an outlet for the urine.
She has a tube from her nose down her throat into her stomach but is breathing on her own and talking a bit. The tube makes her throat her so they are giving her Chloraseptic spray for her throat. She can't have anything by mouth until the tube comes out; I'm not sure how they know when to take the tube out.
My brother and sister are both spending time with her at her hospital in Boston, for which I am grateful. My sister leaves tomorrow to join her family in Maine for vacation (they only came up for the summer a few days ago; my brother in law will have to return to work in Florida in another week but my sister and my nieces will spend the summer in MA).
Tomorrow I go in for my own surgery, which will not be a big deal, I think. Certainly nothing compared to bladder removal and hysterectomy! But it feels a little strange to go in for this procedure, having never met the surgeon nor having a chance to ask any questions. All of my information is from other folks who have had the procedure.
Mainly, I'm nervous about having a bunch of stitches and a big bandage on my face. Especially since I start my summer camp job this weekend -- making a bunch of introductions with a mess of bandage on my face is not appealing.
In brighter news, I had my first banjo lesson tonight! Fellow SMC Casey met me via Skype -- what better way for two SMC's to meet??? -- for a really fun half hour. I'm so excited to be making this lifelong dream come true! And I'm already looking forward to next week's lesson.
And now I return to another rousing rendition of Polly Wolly Doodle All Day.