My mom is doing well. She's home from the hospital and has begun the long healing from her bi-lateral mastectomy. She's full of tubes and drains. Our town nurse is coming to the house twice a day to change dressings and check and empty the drains. She also checks her blood pressure, oxygen levels and for swelling. The nurse spends a few moments just chatting with mom, which is nice.
Wednesday, I take mom back to the surgeon's office to see if the drains are ready to come out.