Ry Day Fridays - When you should cry really loud.

Maryah, otherwise known as "Ry" since she was a little girl is the center of the post today. Along with the change in look I changed Maryah's blog day to Friday rather than Tuesday. This is where I will share funny and cute stories about Ry.

One of my favorite and funniest memories of Maryah post-cancer diagnosis was when she had surgery to remove a tumor during her second recurrence of Ewing's. This particular tumor was on her head (front skull top of forehead and front of hair line). She had it removed and had a titanium plate put in place where the skull piece had been removed. The surgery was uneventful and she did quite well. Her incision looked great and her head was in perfect form with no noticable changes.

After the surgery they kept a drainage tube just under the skin of her forehead (if you have a week stomach stop here). It ran from one side of the forehead to the other and the tube hung to about waist level with a small ball on the end to collect excess fluids to keep her from swelling, etc.

Now, this looked REALLY flippin' gross and it was hard for me to look at (and I have a REALLY strong stomach). Mostly it was covered by a bandage and it was only in for a couple of days.  When it was time to remove the tube the neuro surgeon came in. Let me stop for a moment and give you some background, we have a very dark sense of humor in our family, we had to develop this in order to get through this battle with cancer and all that came with it. I hope none of the humor offends and that you can remember we aren't insane we just have to find the humor in EVERY situation in order to keep sane. So...Dr. Pastrami (this is what we named him) didn't have a great sense of humor, he was all business. Maryah could sense this about him so it made her feel a little awkward but she kept true to her own sense of humor.

Dr. Pastrami grabbed the tube and began to slowly remove it. I had to turn away to avoid puking everywhere and Maryah began crying REALLY loudly. I was mortified for the pain she must have had to endure. Oh my goodness, it was horrible.

The procedure finished and Dr. P left the room. Maryah quickly stopped crying and I was hugging her and telling her how sorry I was that it hurt and how awful I felt. She soaked it up for a minute or two before she looked at me and said "Mom, I'm okay...I had to cry really loud because I had to fart and I didn't want Dr. P to hear it!".

The tears were flowing now, because I couldn't stop laughing. This was a typical day at the hospital with Ry!

Happy RyDay!