Recovery

It's been four weeks since I underwent surgery and thankfully, I'm finally on the mend and have received a good prognosis from the doc. Things didn't go well at the beginning though. For those who haven't heard, we had a few hiccups along the way. During the surgery, another organ was nicked and I required two operations, with other unneccesary and gruesome complications. Hubby and I began joking that I should be permanently tagged for the hospital since I underwent various procedures at least once a week for four weeks, after spending four days hospitalized.

I can't deny that I've had some emotional moments dealing with the situation. I was unsure how I would feel about seeing other children, but lunching with Erin and Ian made me feel relieved. The doc informed me, they did discover dyplasia cells that had rapidly grown in two months, which upset me for a while. To realize that I was months away from developing cancerous cells that may have gone undetected, has forced me to reevaluate my life.

The recovery process has been an emotional, mental, and physically exhaustive experience. I have been gratefull to my mother and hubby who took care of me this first month. I'm thankful to the many friends who called, sent cards, and visited. Thanks to my Lost group who came over to watch the finale while I was not fully functional. And finally, I have to thank Becky, who visited frequently, kept me entertained, took me out to keep me from going stir crazy when I was finally released, and tolerated my horrible bouts of sickness.