Let me just say that this morning has been a little... rough. I only got 4 hours of sleep last night and none of it went uninterrupted.
We (my aunt, mom, & I) made it to the hospital at 6:30 this morning. They have free coffee in the waiting room, and I loaded up on a little more than is probably healthy. They took my mom around 8 o'clock to pre-op and her surgery was scheduled for 9, but we saw her surgeon come in around 9:30 which meant she wasn't in yet. She probably went in around 10 something.
Let me just say that the waiting room is an awful place to be. Several times, various doctors would come in and take a family to a private room, none of which returned with dry eyes. So, needless to say, when my mother's doctor came in, my body completely went into something that could only be described as a complete and total (controlled) panic.
Everything was fine. They removed two lymph nodes and they were free of cancer, so it didn't spread. The surgeon said the whole procedure went without a hitch. She had early breast cancer and he was confident they got it. The best news we could have received considering the circumstances.
The adrenaline dump I experienced made the 40 cups of coffee I had seem like Quaaludes.
I'm ok. Haven't seen her yet as she's in recovery. Hopefully my emotions stay in check and I don't get all weepy like I did when the doctor came over (thank God for my aunt).
So now, more waiting, but the worst part should be over now.