I've had a very rough month emotionally. As most of you who know me personally, I'm the biggest daddy's girl on the planet.
My Father and I are extremely close.
Dad went in for a colonoscopy screening a couple of weeks ago and they found two rather large pollups. I'm talking tennis ball size here.
So He went into surgery today to have a Right Hemicolectomy.
(Portions of the ascending colon and the transverse colon are removed. The colon is then connected to the end of the small intestine.)
In other words, pretty MAJOR surgery. He'll be inpatient at the hospital for 5-7 days and then have a 6 week recovery at home.
I stopped to see him in the hospital after worrying all day at work (and calling mom every break) and his surgery went well, he was mega doped up on narcotics but good old dad nonetheless.
It's still uphill a bit, but the scariest part is over and I won't be chewing furniture being all nervous. Well almost, the pollups have been sent for biopsy and we're all praying they are just pollups and not cancer.
But there, sort of the reason why I have done nothing at all productive in a month and have been basically incommunicado for just about as long.