......AND BACK NOW....

So, I am back. Missing a few parts, but still functional (if I have ever been, that is).

The biopsy results were out before I left the hospital, and it was really as good as it could get, considering what we were all fearing before. I had a Stage 1 borderline tumor, which is neither benign nor malignant, but lies somewhere between the two. The oncologist says it is not life threatening, but may recur again, though the recur rates are much lower compared to normal malignant tumors (can a malignant tumor be normal though?). She said some other stuff, but I doubt anyone was listening after they heard "not life threatening".

It was a touching scene at my hospital bedside for a few minutes, with everyone in tears, even my usually stoic Dad. Dad called SB and she said she cried when she received the news. My mum actually rushed up and kissed me on my forehead, which embarrassed the hell out of me. We are really not a demonstrative family and I have never been subjected to treatment like this before. I was in tears myself, but that was more from pain than anything else, because the darn morphine pump wasn't working. I felt like I had been cut into half.

I had a bad two days of it after the surgery, but once I began to take solid food again, I began recovering at a grand rate. At this point, I am able to move around the house on my own, albeit very, very slowly, and cradling my tummy most gingerly. The only problem occurs when I need to cough, sneeze or laugh. I never did realise how much of your lower body muscles are involved during these actions. Everytime I cough or sneeze, I had to check surreptitiously to ensure that I have not burst my stitches and am holding my guts in my hands. Now that SB is back, meal times are a laugh a minute, which makes me go "Ha, ha, ha, OW! Ha, ha, OW! ha, ha, OW!", and that gets everybody going again.

I still cannot sit up for long, so this post ends here for now. More right up when I feel like it.