Things are going well so far although you won't be seeing any photos of me for a while - it's called vanity!
My incision is healing under the glue, but it will be a long while before it becomes just a faded scar. It will also be a couple of weeks before I'm even permitted to have anything cover my throat, such as a high necked top, or even a lightweight scarf. . . . . .my collection sits waiting in the drawer. . . . .meanwhile v-necked tops are being utilized.
Anesthesia is always strange. Prior to the disappearance of life around you within a few seconds, then a strange voice shouting in your ear, "Mary, wake up", hours have passed in which you have gone some place else. For me three and half hours 'under' brought changes in the world I will never know about.
This morning, sitting here in the gazebo, my 'happy place', I'm so very thankful for the excellent care I received in the hospital.
Yesterday was a difficult day, I just didn't feel right. I'm on a lot of new meds, and I can only eat soft foods because my throat is sore and swallowing somewhat difficult. Yogurt and oatmeal are good but now I'm craving a fresh salad and some crunchy toast.
Yesterday, late afternoon, the call came with very good news - pathology report showed no sign of cancer in my thyroid or the five nodules. Thankful doesn't seem a strong enough word but that's what I am. When one is already a cancer survivor anything suspect always brings on worry and concern until given the all clear.
So here I am, still in my pjs and robe - it's allowed this week - listening to beautiful birdsong and Irish music at the same time!
I took these photos of my little garden in the morning sunlight, with a
gentle breeze rustling through the trees, perfect temperature and no humidity!
Full of thanks? You bet I am.
I loathe narcissism, but approve of vanity. . . . . . . Diana Vreeland
Again, thank you so much for all your good wishes.
You, my blog friends, are the best friends, and I love you all.