Hi Everyone,
Have any of you ever seen that episode on Golden Girls where Rose
wins an award and they all go to her hometown to accept it, Woman of
th Year, I think. Well, they have to endure a plane ride, train ride,
finally a ride on a donkey, just to get there?? Thats how I felt
today! As y'all know, who've been there, the trip down is bad enough,
but the trip home seemed to be endless, to me. I had 4 plane changes,
because my flight out of Curitiba was late...I was pretty miserable,
trying to get comfy and sleep. It didn't happen. I was sooo happy to
see my Sister, at the Airport in Memphis, I almost hoisted her up and
planted a big smooch on her. (in my dreams). ha
I had no bowel problems, but I took the meds Durval gave me, and did
fine. I kept drinking water and staying hydrated, as much as possible.
On the way to the Airport, Durval had a new CD, so he played it in
the van, and he was so funny dancing around in the front seat, making
me laugh. It was good to see him "cut loose" and enjoy his time.
NOw begins the rest of my life.
Several folks have asked the reason for my low blood count. Turns
out, I had bleeding ulcers. Doc M removed many of them when he cut
the portion of my stomach out that contained them. He cauterized the
others. I will work with my PCP to keep these under check...sure
don't want that to ever happen again.
It's good to be home and now I will take my shower and try to get
some much needed sleep.
Love,
Bev