Thank you to everyone who prayed for me and/or held me in good thoughts.
It all went swimmingly. I came home energized--had to remind myself I was euphoric and really didn't need to be doing light laundry, probably.
I think it was harder on Hubs than it was on me.
Yesterday I crashed a little bit and am evening out today.
I was not afraid--I had so much support.
Love and Blessings,
Temple
DavidG said
Nov 20, 2019
it's nice to know you are "out of the woods" Temple. Pob bendith- you are a blessing... and really speaking, we are all blessings to each other. ...
hotrod said
Nov 20, 2019
((Temple)) I am s o happy to read this, Thanks for the update
Jill said
Nov 20, 2019
((Temple)) that's so good.
Iamhere said
Nov 21, 2019
(((Temple))) - prayers for healing continue! So, so happy to hear your update as you and your Hubs have been on my mind. Please do take it easy and listen to your body....it's hard to do yet so, so worth it for healing. (((Hugs)))
PosiesandPuppies said
Nov 21, 2019
This lifted my spirits today... thank you for taking the time to update. Here's to continued health!
Temple said
Nov 21, 2019
See how good all of you are to me? Told a friend I rode in on a wave of support.
It looks as if Harold attacked my upper torso with his purple crayon. My little 5'1 surgeon drew all over me beforehand. She knows stuff like this is important to a woman.
From last December, my navel continues to appear as though someone drew a bad emoji around it--with a sword, but that doesn't hurt my feelings. I have no idea how dicey things might have been in the moment. All the other male doctors admired the work--I guess the sutures were beautifully spaced or something. I didn't look for about 3 weeks. Thought--there went my modeling career.
If anyone has a spare prayer that I can get out of taking estrogen-suppressing pills for the next five years (while surviving, of course) I'd be much obliged. I'm willing to give up milk products and to maintain positive pH, checking daily--whatever it takes. Except for wheat grass.
Thank you to everyone who prayed for me and/or held me in good thoughts.
It all went swimmingly. I came home energized--had to remind myself I was euphoric and really didn't need to be doing light laundry, probably.
I think it was harder on Hubs than it was on me.
Yesterday I crashed a little bit and am evening out today.
I was not afraid--I had so much support.
Love and Blessings,
Temple
See how good all of you are to me? Told a friend I rode in on a wave of support.
It looks as if Harold attacked my upper torso with his purple crayon. My little 5'1 surgeon drew all over me beforehand. She knows stuff like this is important to a woman.
From last December, my navel continues to appear as though someone drew a bad emoji around it--with a sword, but that doesn't hurt my feelings. I have no idea how dicey things might have been in the moment. All the other male doctors admired the work--I guess the sutures were beautifully spaced or something. I didn't look for about 3 weeks. Thought--there went my modeling career.
If anyone has a spare prayer that I can get out of taking estrogen-suppressing pills for the next five years (while surviving, of course) I'd be much obliged. I'm willing to give up milk products and to maintain positive pH, checking daily--whatever it takes. Except for wheat grass.
Bless you all!
Temple