Recuperating

Cowboy here. My wife had exploratory surgery yesterday. She's in intensive care until the effects of anesthesia wear off and her condition stabilizes. Briefly, several small tumors were removed from the outside walls of the intestines. We are grateful the tumors were benign. The medics believe the location of the tumors pressed against a major artery and that was the reason for the chest pain. Sar's esophagus needed a bit of repair; there were a couple other places that were scrutinized, etc.

A full body scan also showed miniscule hairline fractures of 2 ribs. We're not sure when this occurred. Sar's vitals are good so we are optimistic the imp is on the road to full recovery. She's disappointed she's missed a few full moons-- Violet and Glory have both "danced" under a moon on her behalf. I might add they were chased and yelled at by an irate Max. In my old age and infinite wisdom, I kept my mouth shut.

Sar's had a rough couple of years, health wise. Because we know nothing about her biological family, it's impossible to fall back on any familial medical history. At the moment my goal is to get her home.

Earlier today, Sar was awake for a few minutes. In a foggy state, she accused me of eating all the turtle brownies. I apologized even though I'm not sure what a turtle brownie is or if I ever had one.

Again, my thanks for the emails, etc. I'm passing on your hugs and good wishes. Holding that imp in my arms is about the only thing that keeps me half sane.

Cowboy