Hello ladies,
Well, finally thought all was heading in the right direction- good follow up results (nodes & margins clear) but this damn tumour wound strikes again 
Drain stopped working yesterday. The other end of my wound looked RED!! and hot & angry!!
Always on a weekend 
So, called 111 - worse than useless but after the second call they said we’ll send your details to your local Urgent care centre for Sunday am.
I was half minded to go last night at about 10pm but just couldn’t face the drunks etc. figured I’d get a good nights sleep and go first thing while it was quiet.
At 2.30am I woke up with a wet, sticky hand. Didn’t take long to figure out it was blood from my tumour wound that bust open…. Panic, panic.
111 we’re just as great 2nd time around. I called them back. Explained etc… they said they would send a non urgent ambulance… but get a clinician to call me back. The very stroppy lady decided I didn’t need an ambulance but should instead drive myself (with a busted open breast) 28 miles to the QEQM… but assured me I wasn’t going to A&E but straight to the assessment unit.
My hb drove me in.
When we got there- yeah- no fast track, I was told (rather bluntly) “they won’t deal with blood, you’ll have to take a seat and wait your turn”…
So, 7 hours later (yes 7!!) I had been passed from pillar to post (still clutching my own blood soaked dressing to my boob) and no one had properly looked at my wound, no one has offered to clean it up for me (I kicked up a fuss to get some saline and gauze to diy it) but they insisted I didn’t remove the drain. I found out why after I discharged myself and walked out clutching antibiotics and a f**king bad mood!
After they gave me a drip with antibiotics, they shuffled me off to another department (where I cleaned my own blood up), and was supposed to be seen by a surgeon… this was now Sunday morning.
After another hour, I was told it could be several hours as there was only 2 on shift.
I had now had enough. I still had a blood soaked wound with a drain that wasn’t draining and an open, infected wound half covered by the drain.
I knew I had dressings etc at home so argued my point that it was wasting my time because they we’re very likely to just give me extra pills and tell me to see the breast clinic… something I can do myself in the morning.
I lost my temper and said just get me the antibiotics and get this cannula out of me, I’m going home.
When I finally got home and managed to gently ease the drain away, it showed a one inch gape in my tumour wound incision. Thankfully I had spare steri strips and saline. I cleaned it up, got some strips on it to knit it together, redressed it and left the drain off as the hole had closed up anyway.
So, I’ll now spend my first “cancer free” day off tomorrow chasing nurses and surgeons, instead of having lunch with my friends.
To say I’m hacked off, is an understatement! I’m livid. My surgeon only looked at my wound last Friday. Why was this infection missed!!! … I had my surgery on 9th of July and I’m no further forward.
This sucks!
I’ve had it!
So pissed off…