Coming home from the hospital is a trip. And not just because it is, literally, a trip -- surviving the car ride (it's hard taking curves when you're ab-less), getting out of the car, getting up the stairs, getting into bed. It's a trip because as impossibly difficult as things s...
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Ah, the daunting drains...
PJ Hamel
Friday, December 28, 2007 at 09:17 PM
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So, did they give you one of those harness affairs, or did you just wing it with the oversized safety pins? It felt weird and kind of medieval (blood-letting?) to go around with those floppy, udder-like bags and the snaking tubes. Fun staying clean without being able to shower, too, eh?
Love the part about pretending to feel just fine in front of your son. So true. "Cancer? Ah, it's nothing. It doesn't hurt, and I'll be better soon, don't worry..."
Laura, I can't wait till the end of this story so I can hear how your (lack of) abs are now, a year later. MUCH better, I hope. A little better? - PJH