Pre-Op & Blood Pressure

Having returned to work in an attempt to bring some normality back into our life, it was another week to wait until the pre-op on 6 August. I desperately tried not to think about the upcoming op.

A fabulous friend came over to visit from the UK and we had a lovely few days together. The weather was mostly kind to us and I was able to show County Kerry off – it is breathtakingly beautiful. When I get cleverer at this blogging business I will add some pictures. There may have been quite a bit of Malbec consumed but most important, there was lots of laughs. There was a music festival in the town & Friday night brought a great 80s tribute band along with torrential rain; we didn’t mind, we danced in the rain to the very end of the night – what cancer worries??

She had flown in from Cork airport and I must have been looking tired as she kindly decided to catch the train back to the airport rather than let me drive her. This seemed like a great idea and I decided I would do the same the next day for my pre-op.

Any gents reading this, I apologise for the next huge generalisation, but I had forgotten what hopeless travel companions men are. My friend had enjoyed her journey because she was travelling alone with no man tutting in her ear that things weren’t moving quite fast enough or someone was sitting in the wrong seat.

I won’t bore you with the ins & outs of the day but suffice to say, we haven’t caught the train to Cork since then, although I may well do it ON MY OWN in the future.

So I tell you this as a background to my resulting blood pressure being through the roof when they tested it at the pre-op. I knew I was in trouble when the nurse, who could not have been more lovely, said she would test it again in half an hour – never a good sign. The rest of the pre-op went perfectly well. The ECG on my heart was fine and apart from my answers about my terrible reaction to anaesthetic, everything was straight forward. Blood pressure taken again – gone up even further. Lovely nurse suggested it may just be the stress of being in hospital and the impending operation. I decided not to share my thoughts on male travel companions. She asked me to go back to my GP the next day and have it taken again as it was currently too high for the operation to go ahead. At this stage I would have taken the damn lump out with the kitchen scissors.

The trip to the GP the next day did not prove any more successful and he prescribed a Blood Pressure Tablet – 10mg Lecalpin. He also signed me off work there and then with advice to lie on the sofa for the next three days and do nothing. I have that skill, I am a master at it.

This was the last time I was at work and I was now signed off for the next six weeks to include the operation and recuperation time.

I am not a great drug taker and I was very reluctant to take the Lecalpin, but it did work almost immediately. I felt myself relax and I was shocked at how much better I felt. Maybe these doctors do know a thing or two afterall!

So now it was just the small matter of the operation. To give it it’s technical term for anyone looking for something specific, I would be having an inguinal lymph node dissection.

Dancing in the pouring rain
80s rock!

Published by rogersmum

I live in Co Kerry, Ireland with my partner, Paul. I was diagnosed with Stage 3 Cancer in 2019. This blog is about my journey through Immunotherapy - the ups & the downs

One thought on “Pre-Op & Blood Pressure

  1. Brilliant – like a good book I can’t wait for the next instalment. I know this will be of massive help to people going through similar experiences – well done Rogersmum

    On Thu, 10 Oct 2019 at 13:48, Immunotherapy, Melanoma & the Wild Atlantic Way wrote:

    > rogersmum posted: ” Having returned to work in an attempt to bring some > normality back into our life, it was another week to wait until the pre-op > on 6 August. I desperately tried not to think about the upcoming op. A > fabulous friend came over to visit from the UK and ” >

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