Somehow this phrase just came out when my brother texted me to see how I'm doing. Oh, I'm on the mend.
Considering the surgery and the (so-called) stitch that is inside of me.
Considering the progress I'm (sort of) making.
Considering the process of (all kinds of) healing...
Sorry it took me so long to come back. All went well with the TAC and the surgery, and I am home. C is taking care of me, the animals are taking advantage of prime snuggle time, despite the pillow over my belly.
I have a lot roiling around in my head, a lot that I think I probably need to process and articulate, but I'm not quite there yet. I guess it will come out in dribs and drabs, or in one painfully long post... I don't know. It will come, soon.
I just wanted to stop by to say hello, and thank you so much for all the love and good wishes. All of you were there with me in Chicago, keeping me very good company. Sneaking me non-hospital food and diet coke, and staying close while I dozed.
In the meantime, I'm reading, though I'm not always able to respond -- to my great frustration -- as b.berry is temperamental, as is the internet connection. Something substantial will come soon. Promise.