Strange Transition

Yesterday afternoon the transition from PCA to pills was not a smooth trip, to say the least! Everything (including antibiotics) went from IV to oral and I had a tornado of nausea rip through my body.

The need to start a new IV came a reality but for awhile it was not happening. I think my veins had closed up for business. So after a few nerve wracking and painful attempts one was in place and anti-nausea medication put in.

The reaction to that was like Alice In Wonderland and I was trying to talk to images of people walking into my room through the walls. My friend, Susan, sat with me as I spoke in nonsensical sentences struggling from being pulled into the goulish party that seemed to be coming in and out of the room as they damn well pleased.

At 5:30AM I woke up in a sweat but also with the conviction to take control of matters and save my sinking ship! I refused any more anti-nausea meds, got a pain med down (I was 'way' overdue) due to the stomach rejection and slept a couple more hours.

I woke up thinking about the song "If we ever get out of here" and said yes and TODAY!
So here I am with walking papers for afternoon discharge, a trip around the hallway on my crutches and with a bit of food accepted suspiciously by my stomach.

Saving the best for last.... big bandage off, drain out, and I can see my thigh and side of knee with no tumor. The evil dark alien is gone and my leg looks pretty darn good (especially when I know how close I came to losing it). My prince Paul will take me to home sweet home to kick off my ruby slippers and have the joy in my heart that I have returned to rest and awake ready to carry on with the rest of my journey.