Dreaming of a small villa on the terraced hillside of Scopello . . .
It's merely days before Christmas, 2018. My two youngest children celebrate their birthdays this week: Meghan Rose on 12/18 and Nick on 12/21 (today!)
I had robotic gyn surgery on 12/17, and even though it was a radical procedure, I am doing well. They give this a recovery of 1-2 weeks; yet, by yesterday, I am feeling better and better. I actually went out and did a bit of xmas shopping with Peter and then we decided to grab some dinner. It was so much fun to be out and about. I am pain free now too. The miracle of modern medicine. What would normally be 6-8 weeks if it had been a laparotomy is now an eye blink of recovery time. So grateful for my good care and results. It's been quite an adventure since August, when I was thrown into uncharted territories. Every week has tested my ability to handle the challenges I was (still am, but not much longer) facing. I have had good care from family to friends to all (medical professionals) who have guided me thus far. For the past three days, I have been both retrospective and introspective about what has transpired from end of August until now. I have been doing everything to keep my life as normal as possible. I have not played the I'm not well card at all. Whenever anyone asked me for help, I was there for them, and vice versa. It has been salvation.
So here we are and it's nearly Christmas. Wishing everyone peace, sending everyone love.
