Greg said the nicest thing to me yesterday as we were leaving Roy’s and I was commenting that so many folks have been so concerned about the upcoming surgery. He said, “Well, you’re George Bailey. People care about you.”
I love “It’s a Wonderful Life” and George Bailey is one of my heroes, so that was so sweet of him to say.
I have to say that I’ve been incredibly touched by the outpouring of support from people. People offering to let me come stay at their homes to recuperate, making offers to do anything at all that I need – housework, errands, whatever. And the offer of many prayers, for which I’m very grateful.
I’ve heard from blog readers, casual acquaintances, and friends I haven’t seen in years. My family has been great. Numerous friends have made genuine offers of help. It’s so very comforting to think so many are sending good energy my way, and are concerned for my well-being.
I feel so fortunate to have Greg with me. He has been wonderful through this whole process, and will stay with me at home for a few days after the surgery. He’s going with me to talk to the surgeon tomorrow afternoon. I’ll know then when the surgery will be.
Greg is going to keep this blog updated throughout the surgery. So, you’ll be able to follow along – literally step by step. Every time the doctor lets Greg know anything he will let you know. So, you will know the details of the surgery before I do.
Aside from hoping it’s benign, and all the other problems of money, time, etc. I’ve mentioned, I’m concerned about pain. I know that probably seems really stupid given all the other, far more important, things I could be worried about. But, I think those life and death – and quality of life – questions are just too big for me to think about. I cannot let myself be occupied with them, so I’m worried about how much pain I’ll be in. It’s something I can resolve by telling myself millions of people before me have managed it and so can I.
I don’t handle pain well. But, I don’t handle this not knowing what kind of day I’m going to have well either. Today I was in a little bit of pain that went on for about six hours. Then, about 5:30 this afternoon I leaned back in my chair and it just quit. Instantly. And I’ve felt normal since then. It lends credence to my doctor’s thought that this mass may shift and press on a nerve at times. Obviously, I can’t keep living like this, either, so it has to come out. And when it comes out I’ll have the answers to those much bigger questions, too.
I hope, like George Bailey, I have a guardian angel or two watching out for me. I’m not sure if Clarence is available these days or not.
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