Quick report before I go back to napping
My surgery was this morning, and I am pleased to say I survived the experience. One fear to be taken off the table. I’m at home, resting, and trying not to move too much. They ended up taking a bit more than just the cyst, and I’m feeling it. I don’t think that A visited me when I was under, but on the way to pre-op, I did see a piece of artwork depicting hummingbirds. A sign that even E had to acknowledge when I nodded toward it.
Now I just have to wait for the biopsy results, and for my body to heal. Surgery sucks. And mine was minor; I hope it’s my last one.
Many thanks to all of you who sent your good wishes; I appreciate it.