From the That's-Gotta-Hurt Dept.

We left the house this morning at 5:15 for Cheryl's surgery appointment. After taking her back for pre-op, the family (sans critters, they stayed overnight at a neighbors) came and saw her off to surgery. The operation began at 8:05, and lasted for about 2.5 hours. The doctor proclaimed that everything went well, and we'd know more in about a week with a final pathology report. I was able to go back and see her around 11, and besides being really, really loopy, she seemed to be in pretty good shape.

But, as has happened in the past, Cheryl was slow in recovering from the anesthesia. She was finally discharged at about 3:30, and we finally got her home around 5 PM. She's currently resting in bed and has taken some medication for the pain, and has even been able eat some soup.

So, today starts the first major step of a fairly long road. To paraphrase a parable I read awhile ago, as Cheryl looks back at this path after her recovery, she'll see two sets of footprints in the sand, hers, and her support group. And we hope, that when she looks back and sees only a single pair of footsteps at the most difficult of times, she'll realise that she wasn't alone, or abandoned, we were there, we were just carrying her.

Thanks.