I am SO glad to be home! The surgery went as planned. Well, not as I planned. I would have wished that it was somehow painless. But it went as the doctor planned, mostly. She made a last-minute decision to remove skin. Lots of skin. Lots and lots of skin. So much skin that 3 people who were in the OR separately referred to my tummy as “tight”. When the swelling goes down, we’ll see. Right now I have my doubts. And, I no longer have a belly button. Yup. No. Belly. Button. Me and Mr. Lunt. (If you can last through the first few seconds of dialogue, you will be kindly rewarded with a few laughs.) So far I haven’t missed it. It was ugly anyway. And now it’s incinerated. Something that has been with me since before I was born…up in smoke.
I am grateful for my MIL who has played tirelessly with the kids. So much so that they admitted that they had so much fun with Grandma they didn’t think about me much. :) I am grateful for the delicious meals that have been provided by our church family. And I am grateful for well-wishes from people I have never met. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers.
For the 3 days I was in the hospital, I must have been called “little” 100 times. Yes, I’m short, but people don’t call me little very often. It took me a while to realize why they were all saying, “You’re so little!” It’s because the hospital I was at only carries one size of gown. And what size would that be??? The largest size possible, of course! Pathetic, isn’t it – that a hospital in this day and age would only carry one gown size? So here I sit wearing my universally-sized binder (yep, it’s also huge), keeping on top of my pain meds and resting up. If all goes well and the tummy does indeed turn out to be “tight”, I think I’ll try making myself a skirt to celebrate.