major surgery.

As much as I prefer the idea of naturally occurring optimum health, I can't help but count the silvery blessings I find lining the underbelly of my illness cloud...

 First of all, I was referred to a good surgeon and heard the wait would be long-ish. Then the phone rang and I was offered a (cancellation) appointment the following morning at 9am!

 It wasn't cancer. (Always a plus with scary symptoms:)

 Then when I first spoke with the office booking agent to set up a date for surgery, she said I would be in within a month or two. OK.
However, when I next saw the surgeon for a pre-op consultation, she offered me a date only about 10 days away. Great!
This was a big deal as it meant that I would have the full two months of school holidays to recover while my husband and teenagers are around a lot to help me with my little people! (dayhome :)

 Then my loving husband took the day off and drove me in to the city hospital at the crack of dawn and was there with flowers when I woke up after the operation. I love him. 

 The nurses were very kind, and my doctor could be a tailor on the side! She stitched me up so neatly that I never could even really see the stitches. No post-op complications or concerns. 

 I came home a few days later to find my angelic daughters taking good care of the little ones, and so it continued for the next few weekdays...

 I had already booked the first two weeks of July off (with funner plans than recouperating :) and yesterday Kirby took me to Waterton after all, to lie by the lake in the sun for a few hours. 

 I am realizing how long and slow the summer will be, recovering... but really- how could I complain?
I can't. And thank Heaven for that.

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