I got back to the desert after dinner last night. I came home to a beautifully clean house and very excited, cuddly puppies. Which was doubly-wonderful, because I’m still wiped out.
It was so great to be home and see all my family, and be with my mom on Mother’s Day, and generally just be around to help with everything that was going on. We worked hard and played hard. I did a good portion of the initial post-op care at home, though of course as time went on Daddy got more self-sufficient. I typically got about 6 hours of sleep a night…max…and no puppy kisses. Or puppy vomit, as Achilles just conveniently reminded me. (BRB)
I got to see a movie with my parents in the balcony (seriously, y’all, it’s the only way to do the movies). I got to see a movie with my brother and nearly-BIL. I spent more time with Daddy than on any trip home for the last few years. I went out to dinner with my best friend and spent some much needed one-on-one time. I had a great afternoon with one of SoldierMan’s sisters, and most of Mother’s Day catching up with Daddy’s side of the family. And of course, I got to eat at a lot of the awesome places we don’t have here in the desert, like Mazzio’s Pizza. It was physically and emotionally draining, but also one of the best weeks I’ve had all year. Only thing that would’ve made it better is if SoldierMan had been there with me.
Daddy has already healed so much more quickly than I expected. After a couple of rough days made more rough due to abhorrently abysmal, unprofessional, calloused care by his post-op nurses (but I’m not bitter) he made a quick uphill turn after one of my SILs (also a nurse) came over and actually, you know, showed us how to take care of him. He should be getting his stitches out in a couple of days and you can already tell they’re barely going to leave a mark. And, even better, his pathology reports came back completely clean – no more cancer!
Yesterday was my Grandpa’s surgery, which in many ways was more major than Daddy’s. The surgery went really well, we’re just waiting on the follow-up pathology report for him. Hopefully we’ll hear about that today.
I really wish SoldierMan had been able to go home with me, but as I told him, it’s probably good he didn’t. I would have had a much harder time returning to the desert. It really is better not knowing what you’re missing. But that’s a topic for another day.
Now I’m just glad to be home on a week SoldierMan is also going to be home, and enjoying the dry heat, constant sunshine and puppy lovin’. Even if the lovin’ started at 0630.