Anything is reason to get
together in my family, so tonight the troops are gathering. Megan, oldest
daughter, arrived in time for happy hour (no, I’m not drinking these days);
Colin, oldest son, just left Tomball about six-thirty, hoping to be here by
10:30; Jamie, younger son, had a out-of-town client in town and a dinner
meeting, so he’ll be here early in the morning. Jordan, of course, is here all
the time—God bless her.
Tonight we had a
beautiful and delicious dinner. I requested lobster salad and Jordan put
together a Cobb salad. We were good and saved some for Colin.
Tomorrow we have to be at
the hospital at 10:30, surgery at 1:30.
I will be glad when it’s tomorrow evening, and the surgery is behind me.
Everyone says I will notice the dramatic lessening of pain immedately—I’m ready
for that. Tomorrow night I will sit in a chair and eat my dinner—I can order
from menu.
And then the work of
rehab begins. Everyone I talk to stresses the importance of doing the exercises.
I foresee a lot of hard work and being tired.
People have been so kind
to me this week. I thank everyone for their good wishes, prayers, words of
encouragement. I am blessed beyond measure and grateful for it.
Tomorrow night, the four
kids will collaborate on Judy’s Stew and report on the surgery, so look for it
if you’re interested.
I’ll dance with each of
you soon.
2 comments:
I can sympathize with you on the coming rehab. Two weeks ago, I had two strokes and am now facing rehab myself.
Ramdy, we can have a contesst on progress. I hope you're going to get rehab at home as I am. Good luck to you.
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