Thanks!

As mentioned, I recently had major surgery. And that's no picnic. But I have some great people in my life that have made it totally bearable. Thank you, people in my life!

Grandpa & Grandma M. Wish I had a pic of my sister with him too. He loved playing all day long with her too! Sorry Elise.

Thanks for the cards, calls, texts, Facebook messages. Thanks for the thoughts, prayers, flowers. Thanks for the meals, gifts, and offers of help. A special thanks to my sister and parents for watching my little guy. He had some awesome Grandma Grandpa time and misses his Aunt already too. And let's not forget my superhero of a husband.

Love this care package from my sis-in-law Melody

I'm doing great, except for a Cold that has set me back a little....


(Sneezing + Large Incision in Stomach = Suckage.)

But these flowers sure are beautiful & cheery!

I'm looking forward to next week when I believe I'll be able to lift and take care of my son again (Yay!). And surprisingly looking forward to when the doc will clear me for work... whenever that may be.

Thanks Marion & Nora! Your visit made my day! (And the balloon made Yonas's!)

Surgery

Warning: If you are a squeamish person, this post is probably not for you. Avert your eyes.

Ready.


Go.

I had surgery to remove a VERY LARGE cystic tumor from my stomach area. It turned out to be totally benign (yay!), but the growth also caused some damage. 


Y'know. 


Inside of me.


So, the doc had to remove a few other things while she was at it. (a.k.a. One of my ovaries. Oh and my fallopian tube. Oh and my dignity). Just kidding about the dignity. I lost that later when the nurses had to sit me on the toity and squirt me down... as I sat basically naked. I know. Awesome. Well, it was either then or when I threw up in the hallway as my nurse and Mike were taking me for a walk. Luckily another nurse grabbed a garbage can in time. I know. Awesome.


Man, that hurt though. 
Ooh. 
Hurts just thinking about it. 


Anyway, whenever it was, I know I lost my dignity somewhere because now I have NO inhibitions when it comes to lifting my shirt and showing people my skin. 


MY STOMACH. C'mon people.


And so here I am. A few days after surgery. In all my stapled glory.

I know. Awesome.


I do have some more gruesome pics of the actual surgery... but I guess I'll draw the line somewhere.

Plug for Sunscreen

It would be really cool if he had been in a fight or taken a puck to the eye or something, huh.

Or, like, if we were in a boxing class together and I had mastered my left hook?

Or, y'know, if he saved a little ol' lady from getting hit... by a baseball.... by throwing his FACE in front of it??? (Ok, maybe that one wouldn't be so much cool, as stupid.)

Well, it was none of these.

No. Just a little cancer-removal surgery, that's all.

Darn basal cell carcinoma.