Phew! What an experience this last week has been! The week started out well in Prescott Arizona and the classes were lots of fun with really imaginative girls who were great to be with! Visited the most darling quilt shop downtown Prescott and spent lots of cash....
Packed my things into my rented car and drove to my Uncle Phil and Aunt Cora's house. Got there in time for lunch and I didn't feel hungry. We talked old times and then dinner time came and I felt tired but my back was hurting (again). About 2am I knew I was in worse pain than I thought and I thought it was heart related. Because my relatives don't drive any longer I didn't want to wake them so I packed everything up and using my GPS drove to a hospital an hour away. My gas light went on and I had to pump gas while having the dry heaves and a chip delivery man gave me a nasty look. I figured out later that at 2:30 in the morning, my hair a mess and me pumping gas with the dry heaves probably looked like I was drunk or something. Who else would this happen to?
Anyway, I made it to the hospital and spent all week there while they did loads of tests. The fourth day, they did a gall bladder surgery for a badly infected gall bladder with four stones over 2 centemeters,I have no idea what size that is.
And I have a spot on my liver which they took a biopsy of. I still have not heard what that means. I stayed two more days, went back and slept at my Aunt and Uncles house. I was MOST lucky that my cousin Mary Eleanor (my age) is an RN and came up every day to the hospital as my advocate and when I went to fly home, she took all of my luggage and handed it in so I would not have to lift anything. She is wonderful. Got to see other cousins who also helped in different ways and friends Curt and Joan Pintler while in the hospital also. I commented that it was lovely to get sick in a city where I had family. And lovely family. My hope now is that I can go back to Phoenix soon and visit my cousin Patty who is dear and funny and fighting cancer (her daughter is the RN).
I decided that photos of the trip would be fun to show....no photos once I got into the hospital though....
Sorry this sounds so long and drawn out. I love my family who were most worried and friends who wrote on facebook etc. It is nice to feel loved when you also feel so vulnerable. When you are alone in a city with no family, it is wonderful to count on letters (emails) from friends who send prayers and positive thoughts...and those who bawled me out for driving myself to the hospital as well. :0) lIFE IS GOOD AND IT IS GOOD TO HAVE GOOD HEALTH.
