Never in my life did I think my husband would be rubbing ointment on my 3 inch incision on my bottom and taping gauze onto it. Furthermore, never did I ever think I would ask him to take a pic of it with my cell phone so I could try to understand my recovery.I've never really been that close with my ass before, and there have been times where I have downright at war with it, given the Crohn's. But this was kind of like meeting a long time pen pal for the first time and realizing they didn't look AT ALL like you thought they would. So I guess what I am saying is that if I passed my ass in an airport I would never recognize myself. That and my husband is a God send.

First morning home after surgery. Some things I've learned: Percoset makes this damn touch screen keyboard that much harder to write on. I never realized the complexity of getting up from a couch. It really should be an Olympic sport. I never realized how low a tolilet was. Do we really need to bend at the knees in order to pee? What we really need is 5 ft. high toilets that require a slight bend at the waist. And apparently I like the term "we really need." Lastly, the drainage that comes from your stomach, in fact, does NOT
 smell. C'mon...if you had a tube sticking out from your stomach you'd want to know. Gotta run...Jerry's lighting candles and playing Barry White.

$o I haven't been allowed to eat or drink since last night and am watching my husband saute onions for his omelette. Wait, now I am watching him feed my dog bread. I am visualizing a burger....oh, my husband just burned his lip with his omelette. See? Life isn't fair for anyone...except my dog, she got my bread. I guess it's time to go take my last upright shower for awhile. which also means its the last time I can belt out my  "Annie" tunes because the acoustics in my hospital room will not be nearly as good as my bathroom. Think I will accidentally kick my dog on my way up.

Well, after a year of waiting for my next surgery, tomorrow is the day! I'm not complaining. I was very fortunate in having the delay due to the breast cancer that had to be treated first. The timing couldn't have been any better:)  That's behind me now, and we now we get to deal with my behind. I won't get into my medical history too much -let's just leave it as "if it's not one thing, it's another."  2 different cancers and colitis, which ultimately was diagnosed as Crohn's. But this blog will not be about my illnesses - it will be all about recovery...and the laughs and the people along the way. And yes, I'm naming names:)