Yesterday I had surgery.
Yes, another one. That makes 7 surgeries in the last two years. I am hopeful that this is the last one, because really - enough is enough.
It was a quick procedure and I was out of the hospital around lunchtime. I feel ok, just very sore. And I have to wear the lovely compression garments for two weeks, which makes getting dressed and going to the bathroom a workout.
Plastic surgery is not for wimps!!
I'm thankful that Hubby was there with me... as he has been for every step of this long, painful journey. He's always there to make me laugh, comfort me, hold me up or just hold my hand. His quiet, steady presence is one of the greatest blessings in my life.
Let the healing begin!