Another healing day

 Every day gets just a little bit more normal. The medical devices are finding their way into the attic, the medications are being added to our stockpile and the dining room table is gradually appearing from under the stacks of instructions, packaging, lab reports and armbands. 

It feels good. 

My stamina is gradually increasing. I had a shower, breakfast, trip to the lab for blood work and visit from a friend this morning before collapsing. The house is quiet now that the flurry of help and grandkids have gone. Coffee never tasted better. 

Now I know intimately what it means to "Survive the disease, but die of complications".  In my case, the complication was far more threatening than the original disease. I think of this often as I examine the 12 inch incision running down my abdomen and remind myself that I had surgery. This fact took such a back seat while my bowel was blocked, that it is hard to remember that the wound came before the crisis, not the other way around.  It makes me laugh to look back at March 3 and see my title, "Done and done". Couldn't have been further from the truth. 

It is a beautiful day with puffy white clouds, post-rain brightness and a hint of warm weather on the horizon. 

Don't forget Ted Lasso tonight. We have it all cued up.  Can't wait to relax with my shot glass of wine, crunching on Cheetos instead of popcorn, and with Gene at my side. Looking forward to an hour that doesn't include pain or medications.

As always, thank you for your thoughts, gifts, loving embrace. 

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