She he is home. She is sore. She is tired. And she is someplace deep within herself that I’m not allowed… but she is home and she is tumour free!
The surgery took place late in the day on Monday and she was pretty much out of it until Tuesday night and then the pain took control and her attentions and energy went there. Yesterday a weird post op “depression” (for lack of a better word) took hold and even today she remains very quiet and introspective.
You’d think she’d be thrilled to have had “The Beast” removed… Or minimally, be a bit giddy to be out of the hospital and in her own home. However something has hold of her and for now she remains quiet and withdrawn.
As much as I want to chat and make a fuss over her…. I will let her be. I will let her sleep. For when she wakes she does have mountains move. Doctors to see, tests to have done, chemo to schedule all whilst trying to heal, both the physical wounds and all of the emotions ones.
Let her sleep for when she wakes she will move mountains.