September 15th Post Surgery

Well I don't feel like blogging, however I committed to the idea and it helped me so much why stop now. The morning of the surgery was quite funny, because I hadn't had a period in 2 months they had to do a pregnancy test of all things. My sister Pat and I sat there and laughed at the idea especially as Frank had a vasectomy 3 years ago, I always told him to get it checked. Well of course I wasn't. The dye test for the lymph nodes was painful, but the Dr, was so sweet Dr. Brown, He was the Radiologist who did the Ultra sound and found the Lump. So sweet. So I woke up alone after surgery which was the only thing I had asked not to happen. The circumstances as to why don't matter and I grew from that as well. Damn Growth.
The nurses who attended me the first afternoon and early evening were awesome then night time came.
The evening nurse was a young girl, barely in her twenties, to be kind at this point I won't say her name. She was like a waitress taking my order and not a waitress who was interested in serving another table. She rushed around me and made me a lil nervous. My sister Jennifer stayed with me the latest she stayed until 10pm, I was hungry so she got me some ice cream. Right after she left I felt like throwing up so I called for nurse . She came and gave me something to throw up in and cleaned me up little. She left me at 10.15 (clock at foot of bed up on wall which tick ticked annoyingly all night). I was left in a sitting position my bed upright, not covered up the scent of thrown up ice cream lingering around me. I woke up at 3am, stiff neck, freezing, in pain and flabbergasted that I was left like that, 10 hours after being in surgery for 4 hours. Now I am the first to say I am a lil high maintenance and there are alot of people who would argue this and tell me I am not a high maintenance person simply one who knows what she wants and it took me 20 years to stand up for myself.
Is it theis young nurses fault to leave someone alone like that after such a loss, the loss of a breast the diagnosis of cancer alone like that? Is the our health care system??? Should she not at least checked my vitals? Checked to see if I had vomited again? The second night my roommate and I were kept awake for 3 hours by laughing nurses and chatter and the clanging of charts outside our door. I had managed to drift off then awoke again. I spoke to Eunice my roommate and she was so upset , I hobbled out of bed opened the door from our room and addresed a nurse to please come in our room. She looked at me in complete shock and came to my bed, I climbed back in yup unassisted, and told her that Eunice and I needed our sleep, and that she and her colleagues would do us a great service if they kept it down and if another chart clanged I would probably lose it!! She looks at me and says I understand would ther be anything else?? After she left Eunice thanked me as she would never have had the courage to address the nurses. We seemed to have come so far, but these we're women outside our door.....they are supposed to be our sisters. I didn't plan on having a drive through mastectomy but unfortunatley thats what I had. I had wonderful friends come to see me beauftiful flowers delivered and during the day awesome nurses on the floor. The doctors were the best. But I plan now to do something about the care. They say Breast Cancer is a Western Disease, seems to attack affluent women. Well it attacked the wrong woman or right woman because no one will ever be left 5 hours unattended and not tucked in.