


It seems like weeks, but in fact only a few days have passed. The surgery went well, it went quickly. My hospital stay, while event filled, was brief. I am, indeed, writing this from home. By Friday afternoon I was out of intensive care and into my own room, thanks to the amazing care of some nurses. We should all have that much love to give. I went from blacking out the 1st time I tried to sit up to walking down the hall way in a day, and by Saturday afternoon I was home. I am thankful for the company I had before the surgery and the friendly faces I saw that evening. It was the difference between hope and fear, humor and sadness. Now it's about taking walks, building strength, being patient. I won't know the results of the biopsy until the end of the week, but if anyone wants to take a slow walk in the woods until then, Im game. Scott