I came home from the hospital late yesterday afternoon. My recovery is going well and the nurses and doctors are blown away...how could an overweight, 56 year old be doing so well? Well, I KNOW and I told a nurse yesterday...many prayers have gone into my recovery. I'm extremely humbled and feel every one of those prayers. THANK YOU!
Now I'm not up to eating much, climbing the stairs, lifting anything, or running a marathon(not that I did that before) but I'm slowly shuffling around the house...yes, even at 4:30 am when I woke up this morning... it's now 1 1/2 hrs later and I'm exhausted (all I've been doing is having a snack and reading the news I've been behind on for the last week) and I'm going back to bed.
My sincere thanks to my family for all their loving care and to other family and friends for their prayers, flowers, e-mail and phone calls. Special thanks to the kids in our Sunday School Class for their WONDERFUL cards and treats...
We're still awaiting the pathology results...keep praying please...the Dr. told me that because of what he saw when he performed surgery he sees chemo in my future...
Today Angela and Jack--from Phoenix and I iChatted while Jack ate lunch. He said "Grandma" a couple of times, we played peek-a-boo and "If you're happy and you know it". He put his hands over his eyes and turned to the side all sad when Ang took me, via the computer, away to sign off. I was touched that he remembered me, said Grandma and was sad when we were finished talking. Gotta love that kid!
