He's Radioactive!

I can't help but think of that song whenever we talk about radiation therapy.

I feel it is my job to get obnoxious songs stuck in all of your heads as you run. It is one of my more simple pleasures. You don't have to thank me. *smirk*

Today my hubby had his radioactive seed placement surgery (brachytherapy). Today was also graduation day at my school. Needless to say I was not there. It is the first graduation I have missed. I also missed the last day of finals. The school year feels very undone. I am more than a little sad about it.

A gift from my awesome, fantabulous students: the most awesomest, fantabulous coffee mug EVER!


Ok, I possibly go a little overboard. They also bought me a crown, saying 'a proper Drama Queen needs a crown.'
'Cha. As if!

The surgery went very well and hubby is recovering where he belongs, right next to me. And besides the 2 liter bag for collecting urine dangling between us, all feels pretty normal right now. Normal and almost as if he does not have cancer. I have lots of times like this when I think 'he can not possibly have cancer. Look at him. Hot as ever, riding his bike, going to the gym, walking the dog. He looks healthy as a goddamn horse!' But he does have cancer, and this surgery marks the official beginning of the battle against the errant cells that are trying to kill him.

I decided to tell this like a race report, since it is a race of sorts. Just a race, unlike the 'racing' I do, that is really, really fucking important.

Pre-OP

In my world, humor gets us through just about everything. I don't actually think my husband finds me all that funny. I think, however, he is hilarious. Sometimes our humor is... umm.. less than appropriate. The 70-ish year old nurse told us we were having too much fun for the surgery floor and let out an audible gasp when I smacked his bare ass in the pre-op room. (If he is going to shake it, I am going to smack it. I am just sayin')

Waiting for check in. You may notice my hair is significantly blonder in this picture. Err...Yeah, I will get to that little midlife crisis in another post. For now, we (and by 'we' I mean G) will ignore it. Moving on.


Checking stock quotes. *eyeroll*


Rockin' the lunch lady look.
"Why, yes" *giggle* "I would love some more peas"

Surgery

Here is the part that makes me a horrible wife. Hubby's anesthesiologist was ridiculously hot. I mean, like 'melt your fucking mascara' hot and, it is a little known fact, but I am a bit of a flirt. I know, you are shocked. I hide it well.

Anyhoo, hubby typically finds this amusing. Mostly, I am sure, because I married WAY out of my hotness league, and he is never threatened by it. This time he was telling the nurses (who were SHAMELESSLY flirting with him, like, 'hey lady weren't you wearing a bra earlier?' type flirting. Whores!) that he needed an older, fatter anesthesiologist, due to a 'conflict of interest'. Hoo! Told you he was funny.

It was hard to let go of his hand and let them wheel him away. They had to tell me to let go. Twice.

I waited in the outpatient surgery room and got some work done while they injected 40 radioactive seeds into my husband's prostate. The surgery only took about 50 minutes and after he recovered a bit they brought him back down to me. I felt like my heart started beating again, when I saw his smiling face and knew he was ok.

Recovery

He was clear headed and feeling pretty good already. He said there was some burning where the seeds were injected and, of course, the urinary catheter was uncomfortable, but other than that he was virtually pain free.

When we got home, he wanted a cheeseburger, that has to be a good sign and we settled in for a movie marathon: Wolfman (update: Meh. But not as bad as they said. I think it is worth seeing), Shutter Island (update: Awesome. A must see if you like psychological thrillers), Valentine's Day (update: Stupid, but not as bad they said.)

Post op check up, second hormone therapy injection, and urinary catheter removal this morning (gosh, it won't seem the same without our little yellow bag to snuggle with)

Current score:

Mr. RBR 2 Prostate Cancer 0