Make ’em laugh…

I was just replaying surgery day in my mind and some memories came to me that I think I will share.

Rick and I arrived at the hospital, they showed me to my bed (bed #9), ironic that nine is my favourite number?  Hmmm.  Maybe it’s a sign, I think to myself.   Strip down to the lovely blue gown, hair net, and nets for your feet, cover up and wait to start getting poked and prodded from needles to questions, the time is near to tackle some more cancer.  I am so ready, yet so terrified at the same time, but no one will see the scared part of me.  I wish they would have given me a different outfit to wear, boxing gloves, a fancy robe, helmet, mouth guard, I’m sure you get the picture.  I was in fight mode despite the few tears that leaked out when it was time to say good-bye to Rick while the nurse was waiting to wheel me down to the operating room. 

“It’s 10:30 a.m. Karrie and your family should be able to see you at 8:00 pm tonight as the operating room is all yours until 6:00 pm.”  I am thinking, wow, that’s a long day, this is a bigger deal than I thought.  Oh well, snap out of it, time to fight.

There was a nurse that was beside me during the whole process of being further prepped.  More stuff getting attached to me, blankets, sliding over to “the work table”, computer monitors everywhere I looked and the nurse was great at explaining everything that was being done to me.  She said “the needle poke that you are feeling right now is a sedative but it won’t make you go to sleep just yet…. but once we place the mask over your face it will be pretty much be lights out for you and then we can get surgery started.  My eyes scanned the room at all the high-tech equipment, all of the people, I swear there must have been about 18 or 20, I could be wrong as I was given some drugs, but I don’t think so.  The surgeon was there with his team, the doc that puts you to sleep was there with his team, countless nurses and some student residents also.

Here it comes, I can see the mask coming over my head.  I take a deep breath before it just reaches my face and I raised my head up (this was unplanned) and I asked if I could “have a second please?”.  As my head was still raised off of the table I scanned my eyes to quickly look at everyone in the room and asked “are all of you ready to seriously kick some cancer ass ???”.

Yep, that’s what I said.  I actually surprised myself but I’m learning to live in the moment.

I heard several giggles and chuckles and pretty much in unison I got the response “oh we’re ready honey, don’t you worry about it”…. and on that note, I said “ok, good night” and that is the last thing I remember, I don’t even remember the mask being put over my face again.

So…. I made them laugh and felt that maybe I eased some tension so they could do their best job ever for me….. ha ha ha…. f*ck you cancer !