You and your Steely Dan mantras and mp3 prayerwheels. You good prayers, thoughts, wishes, vibes and of course the WoohooHOO mojo.
I had a wonderful recovery. SO much easier than last time. I came out of the anestheia discussing the latest coup in Fiji with two of the nurses. One was going to book a cruise there. I suggested she not, and to avoid Thailand for the same reaon. Thanks, D-Man, for making me look all smart and stuff.
The good news. Dr. S. found no endo. It hasn't come back. I guess the healthy diet's paying off.
But what he did find was a cyst the size of my fist. Granted, my hands are small (I know, but they're not yours, they are my own...huh? Oh...sorry.), but, um. Ouch. It was pretty big. I rememer seeing pictures, shortly after dicussing Fiji. I don't really remember them all that well, and I guess Dr. S. took them with him.
Ok. I'm partying with Prince Vicadin. And blogging behind my mom's back. Remind me to tell you the continuing story of the Frangos. I might come out looking like a hero! Hee!
Love to you all.