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)
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Hi Laura,
ReplyDeleteI'm glad for the update. You are so brave to have undertaken this. I hope that the laughter, reading and walking overtake the tough stuff very soon. If you're up for visitors anytime soon; let me know. Ava is sure to cheer up anyone who needs an extra giggle.~ Jacki