(((((((((Bubbles)))))))))

Adding a little prayer right now that all goes well... I have confidence that everything will be good. :)

Just wanted you to know you are in my thoughts on your BIG DAY....

Take care of you!

((((((((((Bubbles)))))))),

It's always easier to turn others over to HP than ourselves.  But I know you will be well.  In fact, hubby and I are sending you all the love and prayers we can muster.  Pipers Kitty has her tail, paws and anything else she can cross for good luck.  Take good care of yourself and let us know how you are.  Much love and blesssings to you and your family.

Live strong,
Karilynn & Pipers Kitty

I had surgery last November - my surgeon REALLY wanted to do a complete hysterectomy but I wouldn't let her, so I'll be looking forward to you telling me how great it is!   Everything seemed to take forever when we got to the hospital; they had me change into hospital gown, and then onto a wheeled bed, which got wheeled into a kind of waiting room with curtains around all the beds. A nurse came in, my doctor came in, the anasthesiologist came in... I had prepared myself to be very patient about saying the same thing over and over again, which was good.  Then bam, all of a sudden everything was happening at once, like there was a rush to get me into the operating room.  They put the sleeping drugs in my iv, there's no "breathe deep" or anything anymore.  I don't remember falling asleep or anything.  When I woke up, the operation was over. I felt like I was waking up from the most wonderful sleep.  I was still in the operating room, and the frenzied action was still going on (probably it had just resumed).  I started to get really anxious and they told me that was a normal reaction to coming off the sleep drugs, and put something else in my iv, and I wasn't anxious anymore.  They took me back to the "waiting room" with all the curtains, and then to my room.  They set me up with an on-demand morphine drip, so when I started to hurt I could give myself the medicine by pushing a button.  I would be awake and talking, then in the next breath I would be asleep.  This is all just normal.  They taught me how to pull myself up to get out of bed.  They want you up & walking around right away these days - not far, just to the door the first time.  I went home on the 4th day (they wait until you pass gas, 'coz that's a sign everything is working ok).  It helped to have a blanket and several pillows in the car - I could kind of muffle the vibrations of the car with the pillow against my tummy.  At home, we put the step stool next to the bed - the handle gave me something I could pull on to sit up.  I was pretty much in bed for the rest of the first week; got a ride to a meeting; and was able to move around a little more each day.  They took the staples out at 2 weeks & I went back to work, but my nurse advocate thought that was soon - she expected me to take another week at least.  I couldn't wear anything around my waist for several months. The scar was really red at first - now it's kinda grey.  I remember when hubby had surgery several years ago, the surgeon told us the body is healing at the molecular level for at least a year - so I resolved to go easy on myself.  You do the same - get a couple of books out you want to read!

((((( Bubbles )))))

You have many prayers and wishes for a speedy recovery headed your way.

Please do allow yourself to heal (in all ways) as you recover ~ remembering to go easy and be gentle with you.

With, love, hugs and care,

Tracey