Recovery

I'm doing OK. Things hurt, and my neck is stiff from sleeping in a position I'm not used to. There's no fever, and the sites don't look too red or feel hot (some spectacular bruising, though). But I am moving around quite well, and starting to go a little stir-crazy, which is a good sign. Tomorrow I will put on ordinary clothes (I've been lounging around in mumus) and we will take a short drive and do some errands, just to gauge how tired I get.

Recovery also being a time for reflection, I should -- in the interest of honest reporting, as Bravest is wont to say -- relate that I know that a lot of my tears and flapdoodle before the surgery was due to the pressure of knowing that I have cancer. Even with the tumor out, I will still need a lot of patience and support from my friends and family to get through the next four to six months.

But I am glad to be feeling that mentally, at least, I am back from the surgery. It took about 36 hours for the last of the "logy" feeling to wear away.

Next up: haircut! I am having my hairdresser cut most of my hair off on Saturday, so there won't be so much of it to clog up the shower once the chemo starts in September.