Sorry, I have been off doing some other stuff, and haven't checked in here for awhile. Appreciate the check request.
Latest update is, for me, I ended up thinking I was getting close to the wire to get myself back together, Illeostomy reversed, and such, while at the mid-point for my chemo/radiation, when they found an abscess due to an infected suture from the original surgery and had to reopen the whole thing, and put in/on something called a wound vacuum system. Another 6 weeks of wearing a small suitcase around. It is healing well though, and they expect it to finish by end of March. Just in time to restart the chemo, which according to the tests, there doesn't appear to be any cancer, so that's a good thing.
Also the timing is right as the latter half of March is when DW goes under the knife for her procedure, which is a 10-14 hour surgery, AKA MOAS or Mother of All Surgeries. Her attitude is good, but she is getting very anxious about enduring the pain of recovery. I'm afraid the DEA is coming after me, as she wants me to try and score her some morphine on the street to help with the pain. She told the doctor that if he cut off her morphine in the hospital, even if it was in ICU, that she was getting up and leaving, as she saw no further reason for her to stay around. The nurse said that once they had the IV in her, that they would keep her restricted, and she said she saw them rip those IV's out on TV, and get up and chase the bad guys, and she wasn't staying around if they didn't give her the drugs. See what I have to put up with. My adult daughter is going with us, so we can watch DW and make sure she doesn't try and leave. I think
? she is joking, but with her, you're never quite sure.
And just to make it interesting, the hospital is in the middle of another winter cold snap - temperature made it up to 1 degree today. I don't even own a winter coat that goes that low. That's why I left the North in the first place. I heard they might even get some more snow.
DW and I have decided that once we both get out of this recovery stage, we are going to worship at the altar of Jimmy Buffet, and see if we can possibly make more Margaritas on the the beach then we can drink. We'll probably get attacked by a tuna fish or something, since we'll both be too drunk to see it coming!
Market, what market. We don't need no stinking market. Just finished my taxes, and apparently I lost so much money in the market last year, that Uncle Sam even wants to give me a rebate. Now where did I put that bottle of rum?
Thanks for asking shoe.
Keep the faith!
whitestick