Where to begin? On July 30th I had major surgery. Going into the surgery, it was not known what the Doctor might find. What was known was that I had something growing rapidly inside me that should not have been. Thankfully, the least of all evils ended up being the diagnosis. I am missing some parts and have a scar that housed about 15 staples but beyond that, I am in good shape.
I want to officially thank everyone who sent good thoughts my way. I believe in the power of good thoughts and well wishes. Hats off to HFS! Besides being a source of positive energy for me, she herself was recuperating from her own recent ordeal. Also, her flower arrangement was the envy of my floor. I can't tell you how many times I had to wrestle it away from the hospital staff. I want to thank my older sister for taking the brunt of my panic and being a very stable force for me during all this. Unfortunately for her, things like this always become her responsibility in our family. Call it pecking order or the fact that she is quite a talented medical practitioner, whatever the reason my life was made easier because of her. I am happy to know that I am never too old to need my Mom. She has been with me this past week and it was a tremendous help. If it weren't for her spoiling and pampering, I wouldn't be back on my feet so fast. My Dad, although a very respected psychiatrist, does not handle personal family medical crises very well. However, he was quite instrumental in taking care of his furry Grandson while I recuperated. Today he brought back my dog and took Mom and they went back to their normal lives. ( I thought Dad and I were going to have to go to court so I could regain custody of my dog. But that is another blog for another day. R.P. I almost sent you an e-mail for advice)
I'll be home for a while so I hope to get my creative juices flowing again. I am proud to report that I was quite a good patient. I only threw up once on a nurse's assistant and she deserved it for making me get up and give myself a sponge bath only 12 hours after surgery. Oh, did I mention that I was in the wheelchair with all my belongings ready to leave BEFORE my Doctor got there on Sunday? I didn't? OK good - we'll just pretend it didn't happen then.
Thanks again to everyone. I have read all the comments and e-mails. I appreciate you hanging in there.
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Don't you mean my furry nephew's flowers?? ((LOL))
I'm going to over here and grab some tissues, I'll be back in a bit.
Love ya, bishy...start planning that party.
Whatever you need! I'm glad that it was the least of all evils.
RP
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Glad to hear everything turned out all right. And, for the record, I would love to trade both in both Mom AND Dad for another dog. At least I can put him outside when he becomes a whiny pain in the ass.
Howard
HFS: The party will commence when you, Jr. and Juliet get here - no worries.
R.P.: me too - the lesser the better
Howard: I hear ya! Happy to report that I did not have to consider that option.
Michael: Dilaudid was my poison and oh, what a poison....
My pleasure in aiding in your recovery. Yes, genetically as I'm #1 out of 3 I get the burden of shouldering the stress etc. That's ok, I don't mind....as many times as I have leaned on your shoulder, I figure we are even or you may need a shoulder replacement soon (I know many good Orthopods, :)! )Keep up the good work on your recovery...... Nutcrackersweet #54
Nutcracker: It's what siblings do. Wacky family or not, we can always count on each other. We need to do something soon to celebrate....
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