I am writing this from Zale Lipshy, which is the hospital connected to UT Southwestern Medical Center here in Dallas. Annie has had her mastectomy, but the reconstruction surgery was not an option as there was too much skin removed during the first part of the surgery.
Time seems to fly these days, but no more so than here in the hospital, where I have been contained since 9 a.m. this morning. Lunch was actually a bearable plate of chicken enchiladas and Spanish rice. The temperature is moderate, the floor we're on is quiet and the people here are all pretty nice, so except for the jerk who brought his DVD player to the waiting room and didn't have earphones, things have gone well.
Being in the hospital is a little bit like being in a cocoon. No one wants to bother you. Only Mark seems inclined to "trouble" me with his thoughts.
Drs Cumbie and Euhus were just here. Everything looks good.
Dr. Euhus told Annie she was cured... she giggles when he's in the room.
They're not supposed to use the C word... cured... with cancer, but he said he believes she is... so I guess next week we can plan our ski trip.
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Antje,
I am not ignoring you! I don't check my verizon account that often and I'm not on Facebook...so I thought I'd connect with you through your blog. Please re-send your resume to me to the verizon account (I'll check it, promise) and also count on my prayers for Annie. My sister is a survivor, and I know some of what you all are feeling.
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