| It's Been A Long Road
We were greeted at the door by a nurse who promptly showed us the room which would be our home for the next 2-1/2 days. I was given the bed by the window and that supposedly meant I would be the first in surgery the next morning. I was excited about the prospect of going first. It meant that my sisters wouldn't have to wait out the morning and I could finally be rid of my anticipation bright and early. I was elated that Janet was my roommate at the hospital instead of Eva. I knew she wasn't going to test my sanity during this traumatic period. Once we settled in our room we went to formalize the paperwork with the nurse. The finality of the journey was staring me right in the face in the outline of those consent forms. I wasn't waivering in the slightest and I was glad my time was finally near. The nurse gave me the dreaded fleet bottle for my next enema. Lying on the cold floor in the bathroom, in the hall next to a room full of giggling people watching TV, made the whole process even more intolerable. I just wanted to crawl into bed to see if I could relax enough to sleep. My sisters paid me a visit later that evening. I was excited to have them there with me. I did not take their presence for granted. I knew they were going out of their way to accommodate and support me. They tried to plan the next morning with the expectation that my surgery was going to be first. I could see they were having a good time with each other as they made a concerted effort to make me feel at ease. I was indeed blessed to have them with me. I felt very loved as we said our goodbyes for the night. We planned to see each other early in the morning before I would be led away for my SRS. I had a wonderful surprise phone call from my good friend Jodie. She had just arrived back home from Thailand where she just had her SRS only 12 days before. She seemed in good spirits and wished me good luck. I was going to stay with her after I got back from having my surgery. We share the same birthday, albeit I'm seven years younger. We had spent a lot of time together and it was fortuitous that we would be recuperating at the same time. I have plenty to tell about our close friendship once I get into my post-op experience. My friend, his wife and daughter stopped by afterward while I was preparing to turn in for the night. His wife seemed somewhat uncomfortable being there. I can't imagine what was going through her mind. I'm sure she was fearful that her husband had desires to eventually have SRS himself. We had a pleasant visit before the nurse shooed them out. They planned to stop back the next morning after my surgery. Back Next |