I’m in bed at the hospital again, because tomorrow I will undergo a biopsy. They will make a small incision where my scar is located and from there they will remove three pieces of the tumor, about the same size as a rice grain. There’s always risks involved. For example, a bleeding could occur, but also brain fluid could leak or I could get meningitis. And don’t forget that my wounds could become infected. That is why I’m already (it’s Monday) in the hospital, they’ll give me antibiotics out of precaution to avoid certain infections and bacteria. But I’m not nervous at all. Weird right? The neurosurgeon has my complete confidence and therefore have nothing to fear. I do really hope that it doesn’t give me too much pain and that I can go home two days later. But that is not my expectation. I do think that this could take the whole week. There’s also a lot of question marks. Will it hurt? When do I need an indwelling catheter? Do I need a probe? Ah well, we’ll see. As I said, I do believe it will turn out well. This neurosurgeon worked together with the surgeon who did my surgery in 2017 at the VUmc. Now I’m very tired and will try to sleep. Tomorrow the alarm goes at 07:00 and after that you’ll hear from me how it went!
The biopsy! Despite that my oncologist won’t be there for two weeks, he did manage to plan the biopsy with his colleagues. When we went to the hospital on Friday the 28th of February for our meeting with the neurosurgeon and oncologist it became clear that it would not be just a simple biopsy, but a full surgery instead. Today the third of March it’s happening. Yesterday I was taken in already to start with antibiotics and today at 08:00 I would be the first one in line. With some delay they brought me in my bed to the surgery room, through the beautifully colored bridge from the PMC to the WKZ hospital. When we arrived there mom had to put on a beautiful overall with everything on it. We had to take a picture of that! They had to go through a few more things and then I got handed over to the surgery room. A very nice team was waiting for me and started to chat almost immediately. The anesthesiologist asked what I like to do, to which I was not prepared so my answer was: “hmm what do I like to do?”. Then they asked “are you watching a series?” I answered, half under anesthesia, with: Haha yes, I’m watching Grey’s Anatomy at the moment”. They all had to laugh. Because it is a very exaggerated and dramatic hospital series. “So you would like to think about Doctor McDreamy?”, they said. To which I answered a bit too loud: “Nooooooo, I have a boyfriend and HE’S Blond!” But in the meantime I was already far away in dreamland because of the anesthesia.
Eventually the surgery took two hours and soon after I heard that everything went according to plan. I was brought to the sleeping room and soon after mama was there as well. With my eyes still squeezed shut was the first thing I said (a bit to loud with a frowning face) to my mother was: Ah MOM! Before I forget: if I can pick a cuddle I want the crab!!!! Which made her laugh. For the rest the anesthesia did not bother me too much and I recovered soon. Soon I felt that my throat hurts because of the tube that was there, but not much later I was chewing on an ice-cream. Damn those things are good.
Soon after I was allowed to go back to my room at the PMC. Over there the neurosurgeon told me that the surgery went well. He told me that I’m an experienced patient and to me that meant that he was not worried. I had to lay on my back for two days. First this would have been my stomach to avoid that my bedsores would get worse. But then they discovered that my dad made a special pillow with hole it, so now I do everything while laying on my back. I did discover a new skill: eating while laying down. My big friend prednisone is still around, just like my appetite. When the people of the food trolly arrive I normally ask two questions: “is there salmon salad on the menu? Also mac ‘n cheese? I’ll have both!” I’ll finish it in no time with my one meter sixty length and 50kg in weight, haha. They do have nice evening snacks here as well, like a wrap on a stick with banana and chocolate. Foodwise you could say it’s going quite well.
My best friend Mirte and her amazing sister Fey gave me a visit in my room. Mirte is studying in Kopenhagen for half a year so it was reeeeaaaaly nice to see her again. It did suck that my surgery had to be in this week. The girl went to Malmö with her buddies and bought six!!! Backs of my favorite chips and brought them all to the Netherlands. Super funny and sweet. Every time that I now eat Swedish Cheeseballz I have to think about her. I do hope that I can visit her somewhere this year for a weekend but we’ll have to see about that.
This morning my visit (a group of doctors) came by and I had nothing extra to worry them about. I feel well, no complaints like fever or pain. The neurosurgeon also dropped by and checked on my wound. I’ve seen it myself through a picture as well and it all looks calm and tidy. It has to remain like that of course, that no infections rise, and that the stitches can be taken out next week. The result of the biopsy can take four to six weeks I got told and we do hope to the tumors do not grow in the meantime. Right after the check up the neurosurgeon gave me permission to go home, I immediately called dad and he’s picking us up right now! Such a nice feeling that things can go according to plan sometimes. Now I’m going home and cuddle the dogs. Buuuuut, first I’ll finish my double chocolate muffin before I get into the car.