Leading up to surgery I felt more nervous than usual. Scared that something might go wrong… I knew it was going to be a 10-12 hour surgery and maybe that’s why I was freaking out…
My sister and I went shopping for PJs at Marshall’s a few nights prior to surgery… everything had bows… like everywhere we looked! We found a sweatsuit that said “good things are coming” on the back of the sweatshirt and “good vibes” on the front of the shorts. I mean that has to be a sign everything was going to be OK… right?
Dropping the kids off at my in-laws the night before surgery felt heavy. I cried and didn’t want to say goodbye. I must have hugged them no lie 20 times before I left.
Thursday, July 10th
My husband and I woke up at 3:15AM. I took my last antibacterial cleanser shower. Put on the sweatsuit and headed to Dartmouth Hitchcock Hospital in Lebanon. As we were on the highway we saw 2 billboard signs for Dartmouth Hitchcock… I said to Jamie “that’s weird”! We listened to country music and I was able to get in a good head space.
We arrived and met my Mom, Dad and Sister. I knew this day would be harder on them than me. I mean for me it’s going to be the longest nap of my life. But not for them and that seemed unfair. I checked in and shortly after said my goodbyes and headed into the pre-op room with Jamie. We took some photos… they gave me a Johnny and slipper socks to wear. Placed an IV and the nurses asked a bunch of pre-op questions. My surgeon Kari came in and I gave her a big hug. She said her part will be short… maybe an hour or 2 and then Dr. Nigrinys part will take up the remainder of time. He came in shortly after and marked up my chest. I said goodbye to Jamie and off I went…
The next thing I remember is waking up in a large room with lots of monitors. It was around 7PM. They said surgery lasted 10ish hours. I felt really out of it. I remember saying things I would typically never say (like calling my Mom an idiot)! Ahhhh I’m so sorry Mom lol! My Mom and Sister thank god thought it was funny! At that time they were giving me IV Dilaudid and clearly it was way too strong. I remember taking photos with everyone and then being transferred to the ICU. A much smaller room… like barely can walk around small. The nurses kept saying I had the worst room… no windows can’t breathe kind of room.
Things went bad… quickly
Around 12PM… I woke up startled… my heart was pounding out of my chest. I quickly looked at the monitors and my heart rate was in the 160-170s, my BP was elevated and my EKG looked abnormal… SHIT! “Jamie get help NOW”! “Kelly it’s OK, you’re OK”, “No.. I’m not”. People started piling into the room. I started feeling short of breath… and short of breath turned quickly into not being able to breathe gasping for air. My throat felt like it was closing… As I’m typing this tears are falling…. It was the scariest moment of my entire life. I thought this was it. This is how I’m going to die. They quickly put an oxygen mask on my face. I held it tight and closed my eyes. I slowly was able to breathe again. I was terrified… what is happening. The ICU doctor came in and I described my symptoms. Everyone just assumed anxiety… I don’t know how many people asked “do you have history of anxiety”. I was pissed… I wanted to scream NO at the top of my lungs!! I was asleep and woke up to these symptoms! Something is wrong!! The ICU doctor quickly ordered a stat CT scan. The doctor said he saw multiple blood clots in my lungs and wanted to start IV Heparin immediately. He said that this would be a long journey and I would need to be on blood thinners for months. He said the clots were probably moving into the lungs when I experienced these symptoms. What the actual F*CK!!! Will it happen again? Are there more clots that are coming? Do I have a large clot in my leg (a DVT) that’s breaking off and traveling to my lungs. It’s moments like these where I wish I wasn’t a nurse. I wish I didn’t know so much. That clots are life threatening and starting IV Heparin right after a major surgery is a huge bleeding risk. I felt hopeless. The next few hours were an absolute blur. My husband could tell the story better than me. I was TERRIFIED. The nurse was about to start the IV Heparin when there was talk about how the radiologist read the results and felt like the “clots” were artifact. COMMON GUYS! REALLY?! There was a team of like 5 doctors so really confusing of who said what. But this particular ICU doctor should not have read the results!! The radiologist requested a second CT scan but this time he wanted me to raise my arms over my head (something I was not supposed to do after surgery but was willing to go through the pain to get answers). I remember kissing Jamie goodbye as they took me away for the 2nd CT scan. I waved to my Mom, Dad and Sister who were in the waiting room… I told them I was OK (I was not OK). I remember it being super painful lying on the board flat with my arms over my head. My stomach felt so tight and I thought my abdominal incision was going to rip open. I prayed to God… I asked him to send down my angels (my angels are my 4 Grandparents and my Grandpa… who is Jamies Grandpa but he always felt like mine too). I have a handful of other angels I thought of in that moment. I talked to God the entire time begging for him to keep me safe. After the 2nd CT Jamie, my mom, dad and sister were all in the room with me. I was so scared my heart was going to pound out of my chest and I would stop breathing again. I asked that I could just be with Jamie. I just needed the least stimuli as possible to keep me calm. The ICU doctor who told me I had clots never showed his face the remainder of the night. It was another doctor who came in (I think the attending doctor) and said the radiologist confirmed on the 2nd CT that there are no clots in your lungs. OMG… what a relief. I was so happy but honestly SO UPSET. That doctor was about to treat me for blood clots that didn’t exist! Which would have been so dangerous! Breathe Kelly Breathe…
Friday: Day 1 post op
I still wanted answers… why is this happening! I had another episode early in the morning and another one around lunch time. They thought possibly a fluid shift and maybe dehydration. They ordered extra fluids which seemed to help. My Magnesium level was also low and they gave me a supplement IV dose. Most of the nurses were phenomenal! One nurse named Rachel had me breathe in lavender, played music and did deep breaths with me while I had an episode… my heart rate never went over the 120’s. Things were slowly getting better. My surgeon Kari came to visit me. It was SO GOOD to see her! I asked how surgery went and she said she didn’t see any cancer travel to the muscle. She said she did an extensive bilateral mastectomy. She said if it looked like breast tissue it was removed. She said she also grabbed some muscle just to be sure! My reconstruction surgeon also came in to see me. I talked about my episode last night (assuming he knew because he was on-call). He said no one contacted him! He was definitely upset hearing this news and said he would talk to the staff. Im pretty pissed at this point. They said they talked to him last night and got the OK to start IV heparin if needed… got the OK to raise my arms over my head. UGH! LIES! On a good note Kari and Dr. Nigriny said everything looked great! I will say they are both worth this shitshow of an ICU experience….
Saturday: Day 2 post op
They removed my Foley Catheter and expected me to pee in bed!!! The nurse gave me this weird cotton roll contraption with suctioning… she said just pee on it and the pee will get suctioned. Ummmm EWWWW no thanks haha! Of course I couldn’t do it. It was so awkward! They bladder scanned me throughout the day and my bladder felt like it was going to explode!! The nurse had to straight cath me 2 times and they finally decided to put the foley cath back in. UGH! PT worked with me and getting from the bed to the recliner was HARD. How am I ever going to be able to walk…
Sunday: Day 3 post op
The nurse removed the foley and I requested a commode (portable toilet) to try and pee. She seemed annoyed they didn’t try that from the very beginning. I agreed and sure enough was able to pee almost immediately once I sat on the commode! 🙌 I was slowly walking with a walker and doing way better than I expected. I’m ready to go home…
Monday: Day 4 post op
PT worked with me… I walked down 2 very long hallways. It felt daunting but I pushed through. I also went up and down 3 stairs! WOW… I never thought I would be able to do all of this so soon! They finally cleared me to go home🙏 Of course discharge took forever and they couldn’t find the right size bra for me 🙄 We finally left around 2PM. Jamie and I settled in at home. My in-laws brought the kids back home and I BALLED my eyes out when I saw them. I missed them SO MUCH.
Being home
Today is Thursday and it’s been 1 week since surgery!! Recliner life is the life I have been living lol. From recliner to bathroom when needed and short SLOW walks around the house. Taking meds around the clock, tired… very tired, emptying the 4 drains that hang from my body.. 2 abdomen and 2 chest. I’m giving myself lovenox injections in my thigh which I am thankful I can do as a nurse but it’s pretty strange. I’m just sitting here waiting… waiting for this recovery process to be over. It’s hard… the kids are home and I just want to play with them… give them a fun summer. And I’m stuck in this recliner. My sister has been wonderful and has taken the kids almost every day and does something fun with them! I need to remind myself that this isn’t forever and will get easier as time goes on.
Tomorrow
Tomorrow I have a follow-up appointment to check drains etc. I am praying I can have them removed! I haven’t showered in 7 days… starting to smell like a pig farm lol.
Thank yous
Where do I begin? Thank you to my husband Jamie who was there holding my hand through the scariest moments of my life. Who slept sitting in a hard rolly chair next to my hospital bed. No one will truly understand what we went through that night. But we made it through… like we always do! I love you.
Thank you to my In-Laws and Sister/Brother in law for taking care of Andi and Zack while I was gone. Knowing they were in good hands made being away from them so much easier. You are always there for us no matter what and we are so grateful. Love you so much!
Mom & Dad… I know being in the hospital.. sleeping in the waiting room and hotel for 5 days took a toll on you. I’m sure it wasn’t easy with sleepless nights and seeing your daughter go through such a traumatic experience. I can’t thank you enough for staying close and by my side. Love you both so much.
Thank you to my friends and family who have been so supportive! I am so grateful for all of you 🙏
This is just a chapter of Kpows journey… not the whole story
KPOW






























































