As of 5:30 this evening Liz was off the ventilator and talking and laughing and happy to be alive. As she awoke from the anesthesia she thought she still hadn't had the surgery and was joyfully relieved to realize it was over. She is happy, happy, happy that it's done and happy, happy, happy that she's feeling so good. Rita was shocked at how good she was.
Oh, and she has one black eye because yesterday when she was getting the mail in her slippers (!) she tripped coming up the steps and bonked her head on the cement. Ouch! But Alma said it gives her a jaunty, sort of sporty look.
Mother’s Day. It’s yours if you want it.
5 weeks ago