Home at last (again)

Well, I hope this is the last part in my heart surgery saga.  After an additional 11 days in the hospital, I am home again.  It is soooo good to be here.  After this ordeal it is difficult to gather my thoughts.  I cannot describe the constant battle against despair.  I wrote about staying out of Pity City in my last post, easier said than done.  To continue with the driving metaphor, picture driving on a circuit.  You keep passing the same terrain, and there is the off ramp to Pity City over and over and over again.  Especially when it seems like you are driving in the darkest storm ever encountered, the temptation to take that off ramp is overpowering.

Without the support of so many people, I am convinced I never would have made it out of there sane (or maybe even alive).  There were the dedicated doctors, the many nurses who watched over me day and night, and all of my friends supporting me with their thoughts and prayers. But I have to say, that my wife was the most incredible of all.  She absolutely was there for me every minute of every day I was in the hospital.  She rubbed my feet when they ached, helped me in and out of bed every single time, helped me get comfortable, walked the hospital halls with me, gave me comfort and companionship, assisted all of the nurses 24/7, and brought me good coffee (decaffeinated) when I asked for it.  She was an incredibly positive and supportive presence and made the difference for me.  I cannot describe my overwhelming gratitude.

So I am back home, feeling much better, and so thankful to all my support team.  With two surgeries and a couple of "procedures" it may seem odd that my butt is causing me more pain than any of the incisions!  Almost 28 days of sitting or laying down for most of the day and night has really put the hurt on me.  I am so looking forward to morning walks in the crisp mountain air with my Kim and my two dogs.

Thanks so much everyone!!

That's All!