This is Lorin, Lin’s husband of 39 years.
In a few hours Lin goes to surgery. Right now she is walking up and down the halls with a physical therapist.
Her pain control is greatly enhanced, with a combo of pain pump installed under her skin and periodic boosters via IV. Nausea continues, but at a low level and mostly controlled. She is very tired of the tube stretching like a rubber snake up through her nose and into her stomach, but the alternative is constant, semi-violent vomiting…once the operation is successful and all the stomach and gimlet-parts are working, she loses the tube. A loss will have never been more welcome.
She retains her sense of humor–I told her how well she is doing–she said–“That’s questionable.”
I continue to be impressed with the nurses–definitely a cut above. Cheerful, positive, honest/direct, responsive. And our Doc Singh, oncologist, is a model of attentiveness–he showed up this morning before I got out of my bed in the room, which is not easy to do with my morning-person routine, and he was here late last night.
Many of the nurses who work here went to school here and wanted to stay; makes me glad this is where our youngest son has chosen to start nursing school next month.
Not much more to say. Our hope is that the op is totally successful, that the recovery indeed takes only 7 days, and that she can be home again in our stone cottage on stone hill. Gobo Fango (regular cat) and One-eyed Jack (the stray she adopted) miss her.
We all know where to focus our faith and prayers. Thanks for yours and your love. We feel it and it is a most welcome feeling.
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