I got a little emotional as I was lying in my bed before they were to wheel me off to the OR. The nurses putting in my I.V. were very compassionate and told me how sorry they were for me. I appreciated it, but I really didn't want to cry more than I already have. But that's me, I usually can't hold back the tears, thanks to some extra hormones in my body that lessen my control on the tear factor.
Since the surgery, I haven't felt extremely emotional or sorry for myself. I hope the Lord will continue to bless me with this attitude of recovery. I'm not one to pity myself. I like to make and reach goals and that really helps pull me out of the dumps when occasionally I find myself there. It's like the wonderful hymn, "Count your many blessings". So cross your fingers for me, or keep a prayer in your heart, that I can stay positive.
We are headed to paradise tomorrow...at least the paradise that will take me by car. (if we were to go by plane, now that would be a completely different paradise...but still include the ocean and sand).
I love Orange County, Anaheim, Capistrano, Dana Point, San Clemente...love it all. So, here we come...please be as pleasant as I remember...I only ask that the weather will be moderate with few to zero heat waves....but that might be pushing my luck...I'll just soak it all in...even if its a little on the steam-room side. How can you complain when you're in paradise anyway?