Day seven post op and it is a wee turning point. As my loving partner Deb said, I was able to get up and move around a bit without significant pain and feel so good about being me,and then taking on the immense challenge of a shower, I was humbled and laid to bed in consuming pain once again.......but it was a big step in my healing progress.
Last night, or actually early this morning, laying awake in the dark I was having second thoughts about choosing surgery. I had so underestimated the physical demands it would put on my body and I had so overestimated my personal strength; it has turned out to be quite the humbling event. I know, deep in my heart and soul that I could not have denied taking this step and chosen to not embrace me fully, that I needed to get rid of those dangly bits. But I am glad that I did not see how difficult it would be, as, if I had, I might have stumbled and never known the joy of this morning.
I am feeling strong enough to do it alone for a while and am chasing my primary care giver away so that she can explore the fun things that Old Town Scottsdale has to offer; museums, shopping, eating, et al, as long as she saves some of the shopping fun for when I can get out and join her. There are a couple of jewelry shops that I can not pass up.
The rest of the day has a few short walks planned with plenty of rest in between. Tomorrow is the big day and the hopeful removal of the catheter and freedom.
Tia Anne