I have always been a pretty resilient type. I pride myself on my scrappiness and ability to bounce back. In fact our family motto is "never give up" and we really don't. All this being said this was a very tough week for me. All I had operated on was a lousy finger and it took me down for the count. My hand hurts terribly so I have to take the pain meds. The pain meds hurt my stomach and make me groggy. The way my hand is bandaged to protect the new piece of bone I can't do ANYTHING with my left hand. (I thought I had it bad after the initial break...)
It's been a little tough to take. I fully expected that after a couple of days I would be back to my normal self (minus a few fingers). Instead I was either in bed or on the sofa until yesterday. Yesterday I decided it was time to rally. So once the girls got on the bus (with help from Daddy) I got up. I gutted it out all day and stayed up. It was tough but it felt better to be a part of the world. I am hoping this trend continues.
I go back to the surgeon on Tuesday and I hope to get more details on what comes next. As of right now I have no idea how long the cast stays on or how many stitches I have or if the bone is even "taking". There is always a chance that the tumor will regrow instead of the bone. So a lot rides on this appointment. In my optimistic head I always assumed that by Christmas I would be back to normal (with no cast)... I am thinking that was little more than optimism. Oh well... I guess it just means less cooking for me. :D