Cancer Schmancer

Saturday, Day Two at the hospital, and a few milesones to mention:

(1) When I arrived this morning Lynda was just being helped back into bed -- she'd been encouraged to sit up in the chair by the window, where she took in the view of Queen's Park. A milestone indeed, but left her whacked for a while.

(2) Had to be unplugged for this next milestone, but with a little help from the nurse and the husband, Lynda managed a quick trip to the loo. She was left to her own devices once she got there. And again, naptime followed shortly after.

(3) Lunchtime arrived, and with it -- comprising the first sustenance besides ice chips -- lunch! Tomato soup, apple juice, jello. Ambrosia!

(4) Served with lunch, but being assigned its own milestone due to its dramatic effect on the patient, came her first post-op cup of tea. You could actually see it energizing and reviving her. Her words after the first sip, "Ahhh, that's it, I'm gonna live!"

(5) Lynda was able to speak briefly with her mum on the phone, and also with Evan. We tried to get Claire to call, but evidently she had trouble at that moment. Probably by now they've connected. Again, each conversation is work, and precipitates a nap.

(6) Before I left, I offered to help her up to her feet, which they encourage to speed recovery and reduce the chance of complications. Once that was accomplished, we enjoyed our first post-op slow dance. Now I'm gonna live...

Thanks for all your good wishes -- if you're reading this, you're helping.

Bob