Hey all. It’s me.
My surgeon held my hand as I went under the anesthesia. I didn’t ask and I wasn’t even particularly nervous at that moment, but I will never forget that. I had already summoned my family members who have passed on to help me through the surgery. I never imagined they would figure out a way to actually physically hold my hand. It was a moment of such beauty.
I‘ve been home for a few days now. Still trying to figure out the right combo of All The Meds. If I lay still, I don’t have much pain at all. If I move at all, I’m very sore, as you might imagine. So, I’m doing my best impression of a bump on a log now that I’m home.
I’m incredibly grateful to be able to have family close by to help out. The girls give me a “gentle hug” every time they walk by me.
Thank you so much for all the love, prayers, good thoughts, healing energy, and well wishes this week. I felt it. Still do.
The surgery went as well as we could have hoped so far. Waiting for final word on pathology, which will probably come next week.
Now back to bump on a log status …