So first things first—all went well, and as a one lunged person, I’m relieved to say that nothing feels different while breathing, and thank goodness for that.
As my brain feels too weary to write a series of brief summaries describing these past few days, my next several posts will prove to be updates, penned and emailed to family and friends by my sons, and thus as each summary appears on your screen, you’ll be provided with first hand perceptions of those who chose to ride sidekick right next to Will and me, during this serious, life saving surgery and beyond until, today.
And as I’ve stated—hopefully with crystal clear appreciation for the presence of our loved ones, over these past two turbulent years—my spirit continues to feel treasured by so many, during these highly vulnerable times that I find it essential to be inclusive of every individual whose personal resilience bolsters mine whenever my memory compiles a list of whatever proves necessary to maintain the upbeat buoyancy that keeps my host of inner strengths afloat each time we ride the rapids, yet again. And if I consciously decide to rest every bone-tired portion of my being, completely, for a while then there’s no one for whom my pleasure center would like to save the lounge chairs on either side of my own other than for each of you, and as soon as I declare humor and diplomacy two of my inner strengths, I’ll close my eyes and enjoy a nap🙋🏻♀️☺️🥱😴🌻🔆Annie
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