I have missed you lot more than words can say.
I have been given permission to pop in very briefly to say a huge thank you for ALL your messages. I'm sorry but I haven't properly caught up and sense that it will be some time before I'm back on track.
Truth of the matter is - my body has been under assault good and proper. I am gradually feeling less nauseous and the swelling in my nethers is nowhere near as bad as it was. I shall be bleeding for a wee while yet. Par for the course.
The staff on ward five of Oban hospital were absolute angels. I was very well cared for. After two jugs of laxative, I found myself pressing the red button in the bathroom. The first time, I was stripped of all my outer gear and the clothing bundled into an orange sack. I was then moved to my own room. No sooner settled in when I realised that I was about to have an almighty accident. Made it into the bathroom but through my nightclothes and all over the floor, up the walls and under the door, the enema made it's presence felt. I was put under the shower and three staff cleaned the bathroom as I wept with shame.
The intended surgery was not completed, but the lovely surgeon explained that she carried out three repairs and will see me in six weeks time to discuss whatever more needs to be done. Truth of the matter is, I honestly feel that I've put my body through more than enough. I'm too old for all this poking/pulling/prodding and, if I can continue to cope as best I can, that I shall have to settle for as much.
MacSporran is marvelous and I am beyond grateful for his love.
Fern is becoming more at ease. She enjoys her food and spends a long time in the den or wandering through the copse and exploring her personal territory.
I am sorry that I cannot read every message. I shall do better as the days pass. That is a promise.
A photo to make your smile.
Farewell until the nest time. Virtual hugs for every one of you.
