Dearest family & friends,
Today was THAT day....the 1st, since surgery, it was the doctor visit and grade. They took x-rays, looked at my back, and handed back my homework with a "A" on it. I cried and hugged them and they smiled at me and at their handiwork. They said the people who know me the longest will understand the difference the easiest...straighter, taller.....I told them that that was probably why cousin Steve and my mother seem so amazed.
I love your standing by me........I hope to spend some time seeing those of you who can visit in the next month--I'm good before the evening- Probably I need another month and a half at home...then I can see begin to see clients in Oct/Nov. and start once a week physical therapy at U-M in Dec.
Those who are far away, I cherish your notes............so much love, laura
Friday, September 11, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
And....we're back
Hello, dear friends.
It's been a month, almost, since you've heard from us. What that means is my 22 million staples have been taken out and thrown away (so much for the contest) because the nurses and doctors said you can't do much germ-ier than to save somebody's disgusting staples. I walk a little, I read a little, I laugh a little and I still cry a little.
The narcotics send me to the moon on a regular basis but sweet Marty keeps pulling me back. It's been clear that the caretakers really do suffer just as painfully as the patients and Marty has been my hero.
But none of this getting-well stuff would have happened without the mega doses of love from you all. I've truly felt how much we all mean to each other and there are no words for that except to say how much I love you all.
On Friday I'll get my first assessment from the doctor on whether or not my bones are fusing and the surgery has been a success. Check the blog and we'll let you know that news.
Again, all our love.
Laura (and Marty)
It's been a month, almost, since you've heard from us. What that means is my 22 million staples have been taken out and thrown away (so much for the contest) because the nurses and doctors said you can't do much germ-ier than to save somebody's disgusting staples. I walk a little, I read a little, I laugh a little and I still cry a little.
The narcotics send me to the moon on a regular basis but sweet Marty keeps pulling me back. It's been clear that the caretakers really do suffer just as painfully as the patients and Marty has been my hero.
But none of this getting-well stuff would have happened without the mega doses of love from you all. I've truly felt how much we all mean to each other and there are no words for that except to say how much I love you all.
On Friday I'll get my first assessment from the doctor on whether or not my bones are fusing and the surgery has been a success. Check the blog and we'll let you know that news.
Again, all our love.
Laura (and Marty)
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