Thank You!

I looked at all the notes this morning with tears in my eyes. Thank you all so much!

I was exhausted by the time I got home last night at about 7 pm. I had called from the hospital earlier and told his two daughters that Fred was ok and then I called the library and left a message that I wasn’t going to be there at the Book Club meeting {at 7 pm}. {This is the most that the cell phone has been used since I got it but I do love the convenience of it.}

When I got home, I ate and was in bed by 8:30. However, I got up at 11 pm and took half a Klonopin since I couldn’t sleep. That, as usual, knocked me out and I woke at 8  this morning, relatively bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. So far I have washed the dishes, chopped up some stew meat and onions and put them into the little crock pot, put an awful lot of stuff into the trash but not taken it downstairs as yet and now I am waiting for my toast to get cold. {Yes, I am weird that way; I prefer cold toast.}

On the whole, the local hospital do a pretty good job of looking after the people that come in with the patients. We got to the hospital at 11:30 as requested  and I got to stay with him up to 1:45. The surgery was supposed to be at 1:30 but when the doctor came by to discuss what he was going to do, he mentioned that things were running a little late and apologised. Three separate people made sure I knew what to do when I left him. I went down to the surgical waiting area where I was given a beeper. Then I was free to  wander around. I went to eat because breakfast had been very early and I was starving. After that, I sat in the surgical waiting area for about two and a half hours. {I finished reading Reading Lolita in Terhan and started on Stiff which is by Mary Roach and subtitled The Curious lives of Human Cadavers. Oddly enough, it is both interesting and amusing.}

Eventually my beeper went off and I went upstairs again to see the surgeon. I waited 30 minutes but he did apologise for that. He gave me the good news and said he felt very positive about the results of the biopsy. Mind you, I am not dancing in the streets as yet. My oncologist told me after my last cancer surgery that just “eyeballing” my lymph nodes he would have bet money they were not infected, but it turned out that two of the fifteen he removed were “microscopically ” infected. Fred’s surgeon {a very nice man who said when we first met him , “Call me Dino!”} then told me to go downstairs again and get my beeper back and that when Fred was in recovery, I would be beeped. He said it should be about 30 minutes. Two hours later, I went to the desk to enquire and was sent upstairs. There had been no sudden collapse {which is what I had imagined.} Apparently someone had just forgot to call downstairs.

Fred was half awake and when he saw me, he smiled and lifted his hand to stroke the side of my face. I wonder if he will remember that? I think he was checking that I was really there. Anyway, I gave him the good news and he seemed fairly coherent. He said he was in pain and the nurse who came by just then gave him something for it. and he drifted off to sleep again. The nurse wrote down what room he would be in and I left, called a cab {I love my cell phone} and went home.

After I have done a few chores around here, and have gone for a walk {temperature is 9 degrees feels like 3 degrees}, I am off to scrape ice and snow from my car and hope it will start, and then off to the hospital.

Until later…