It has been a whirlwind of days even though the days have felt like forever.

I came home on Sunday in the early afternoon, so today is my second full day at home. It is going well, and I am recovering. Pain is lessening. Incisions are healing. Appetite is slowly returning.

The days are long and lonely. The kids are gone, so the house is quiet. This is so I will recoup faster, but sometimes I wonder if the chatter and noise of my dear ones won’t help me heal more.  Read more... (200 words, estimated 48 secs reading time)

Yesterday was a disappointing day. I woke up nauseated, and it took them a while to get that under control, which meant we went back to square one: ice chips every 8 hours.

I’m swollen and sore and tired, but today the nausea is much better, and I am progressing to clear liquids. My breakfast today consisted of chicken broth and ginger ale. Breakfast of champions, y’all, breakfast of champions.

Last night, my friend, Maretta, stayed the night with me while Bri had a guys night with some buddies. Good for him. Good for me. Although having Maretta here means a lot of laughing which is pretty painful on an abdominal incision. Well worth the pain, though. I’m so glad she was here.  Read more... (210 words, estimated 50 secs reading time)

Angie asked me to post a quick update to let you all know where we are today. Her’s would have been a captivating story, thrilling and entertaining you with the highlights of our week in the hospital and leaving you both laughing and crying at the end…

But you get me.

By all accounts surgery went very well on Monday, the Doc assured me that she “held still and didn’t try to help or anything.” We were expecting to get pathology results sometime after Wednesday afternoon, but in one of the many wonderful perks of a ‘small-town’ hospital they actually showed up Tuesday afternoon. Dr. B. brought the pathology summary to our room and dropped it in Angie’s lap, with the relevant bits highlighted.  Read more... (618 words, estimated 2:28 mins reading time)

Angie should return to writing duty later this week when the narcotics have worn off, but as I wanted to make sure I passed along some of the news.

Today went really well. I’ll leave most of the story telling to her, but if you know our history with IVs I’ll give you this- the nurse from IV therapy got her port hooked up in one stick. No drama, no second attempts, nobody cried. Yea!  Read more... (304 words, estimated 1:13 mins reading time)