It was an early morning departure for Bryn Mawr this morning, where I had an appointment at the plastic surgeon’s office to (hopefully) get my drains removed. I had met the required threshold of fluid output for one day, and was sure I would achieve it the second day, so the appointment was made. There was only one snag… one of the drains had stopped and it’s output was 0. Until this morning, when it unclogged and let out 18 ml of fluid. So, of course, since the blockage had prevented anything from being released, it was determined to be safest to keep that particular drain for a few more days.
But, hey, at least I got one removed! It was still worth that 5 am wake up and 2 hour drive. As a bonus, I got to spend 8 hours with my bestie, Leann. We had hours filled with great conversation, and a wonderful breakfast, to boot. (If you’re ever in Bryn Mawr, I highly recommend the Turning Point. We will certainly be returning there next trip!)
For those of you unfamiliar, drains are long tubes that are inserted into your body to collect excess fluid that can accumulate in the space where the tumor or breast tissue was. The tubes have plastic bulbs on the ends to create suction, which helps the fluid to exit your body. After the drains are inserted, they are stitched to the holes where they exit your body.
They are not supposed to be removed until the output is less than 30 ml over a 24 hour period, for two consecutive days. The bulbs are emptied into a container a few times a day and the fluid measured and tracked. My 18ml this morning messed me up because that was skewed by the prior clogs. If you assume the same output for another 12 hours, we were looking at 36 ml. So better safe than sorry. It was interesting to watch the Nurse Practioner’s face when I told her that, for my first surgery in 2012, my drains were removed before I left the hospital, only 2 days post surgery. She seemed a bit surprised about that… it’s right up there with the amount of breast tissue left behind. The more I learn, the more I realize how messed up that first surgery was. 😦
The fluid is sometimes red, sometimes an amber-is color. It contains some weird stringy white stuff that I can only assume is tissue of some sort, And when this morning’s blocked drain finally released, it had along with it a long, worm-like clot that had to be about 10 inches long! It was gross, but interesting!
My drain tubes protrude from under my armpits, but more towards the back, so I’ve been a bit of a contortionist trying to get them re-bandaged after my showers each day. In the shower, there’s nothing to attach them to, so I actually tie a ribbon around my waist and attach them there so they aren’t just flailing. Once dressed, I attach them to my clothing; but I have to be careful not to wait too long to use the bathroom when they are attached to my pants! Everything with drains is a bit of a process and feel like I’m constantly attaching, removing, attaching, removing…
They aren’t super comfortable to sleep in, so I’ve been sleeping on the couch, on my back. It would be crazy uncomfortable to try to sleep on my side with the drains in. Now, at least with one removed, I can hopefully return to my own bed and side-sleeping!
Removal was uncomfortable and a bit painful for about 30 seconds. She slapped a band-aid on the hole and that was that. Leann and I were both curious how much tubing was inside my body, so the NP showed us. It looked to be about 6-8 inches. It was removed quite quickly as I was doing some deep breathing. It burned for a bit and now is just fine. The second drain will be removed by my oncology surgeon on Monday when I see her for follow up.
While I am a bit disappointed I am not free and clear, I also understand the benefit of not rushing on the second drain until we are certain it’s good to go. And, after seeing that big clot, I’m thinking there’s some more fluid to come. I think I can make it to Monday!
Thanks to my wonderful friend for driving me to and fro, and for the wonderful company!
IMDb: Drained (2012)