At long last, at long, long last, I am rid of my nephrostomy , (kidney drain), and its accompanying bag. The stent repairing my right ureter has been replaced rather than removed, so will mean further surgery in a few months time, but I don’t mind that – all I wanted was for the blasted tube no longer to be sticking out of my back and for me not to be lugging around a bag of pee everywhere.
Perception of time is so weird – my hysterectomy was done on 23rd September, and the nephrostomy fitted on 27th, but the six weeks that I have been cursed with it have felt far more like six months. I hated it with a vengeance which is rather unfair seeing as it was actually doing me a favour. I’d have been in a sorry state without it, but one doesn’t think of that at the time. Logic can only gain priority once the situation is in the past.
Anyway, it’s the end of that episode now but I have a date for my chemotherapy to start so it’s also the beginning. The dawn of a whole new chapter / project / challenge / adventure, call it what you will.
I knew I had to wait until the kidney drain was removed before the chemo would start, and suspected the medics might wait a wee while after yesterday’s surgery, so I am mega chuffed that it is being done so soon after all – 19th November, fewer than two days to wait. I am feeling slight trepidation going into unchartered territory, but the main emotion is relief not to be hingin’ aboot before beginning the journey. Six sessions over eighteen weeks will challenge my perception of time again no doubt. Here’s hoping while touching wood with my fingers crossed that it is more or less uneventful . Superstitious? Moi?