This Saturday, it will be six months since my gallbladder was yeeted. My scar still looks gross. I still have weird "phantom" pains, plus the surrounding tissue is hard. And then I have that hernia that I'm getting repaired in ten days. I have to say, I had a much tougher recovery than I did from my hysterectomy six years ago. My digestive system has fully recovered, at least. And just like I did with my last surgery, I still have nightmares.
Mom and Dad have canceled the Kentucky trip, partly because Mom is still tired from her hospital stay, plus she's had a foot injury that makes walking difficult. She also doesn't want to be away from me after my surgery, even though it would have been two weeks after. We're going to Virginia Beach instead after Katie gets back from her Greece and Turkey cruise. Then we're going to a different quilt show near Philadelphia in September. I still hope we can go to New York. And Mom and I were looking at cruises for 2025. She's wanted to take me on one for years, but Katie and I both having cancer derailed that. A cruise would be fun, but I'd almost rather go back to Disney World. Mom and Dad's Hilton timeshare has one of their hotels in Orlando.
I'm not ready for Easter. It's so early this year. I haven't decorated yet. I'm scrambling to plan a menu for dinner, as well as treats for coffee hour at church. I want my mom to do as little as possible. The only thing I have planned for sure is my spanakopita plus a coconut cake. Our little choir will be ready, but we're going to be missing our really good tenor.
