Home! (or not) (ok, home it is)

Mom's home-- yay! The surgeon saw her this morning and shared the amazing tale of how her surgery ALMOST turned into the major-invasive-slice-you-open-big-time one, but at the last moment, he got a clear picture through the cameras and could proceed laparoscopically, after all. Isn't that awesome?

Spent all morning cleaning the house, which paid off when my cousin and her parents arrived for a visit right after I got mom home. Probably anticipating more visitors tomorrow, so I'm glad the house is still in tip-top shape-- Todd hasn't destroyed it too much yet ;-)

Mom's appetite is flourishing, voice is back to normal, and I'm sure it won't be long till the incision wounds heal and her lungs are operating at maximum capacity again.

Here's to a Merry-- and healthy! Christmas!

EDIT [Wed, 19 Dec]:
1. pathology results are back-- they say it IS the same cancer as from her colon, so now she has a referral for a chemotherapy doc. just waiting on an appointment for it now.

2. I just got home from dropping her off at the ER. shortness of breath increased today, which is a bit worrisome, so she's there tonight just in case, and hopefully they'll be able to sort her out tonight or tomorrow.

and now i'm gonna finish my tea and collapse into bed, knowing that the construction workers outside my window will have me up in about 6 hours... and even if they don't, toddy will be up within 7 hrs.

EDIT 2, Thursday, 20 Dec:
So, about 3 hours after I dropped my mom off at the ER, she was ready to go home. Of course, as it was 3am, she was loathe to call anyone at home and wake us up, and so waited till 5am, the time my dad is usually up, before she called and asked him to pick her up.

So, little did I know that when I got up at 9am this morning, mom was actually sleeping in her bedroom. I went about my usual morning routine, and then settled down by the phone at 10am to call the hospital to find out where she was and how she was doing. Imagine my surprise when they told me she'd been discharged at 5am. As soon as I heard that, it dawned on me that dad had picked her up.

When I got up from the phone, that's when I finally noticed little things... like her jacket draped over a kitchen chair. And a hospital bag on the floor with her purse inside. I peeked inside her room-- there she was. Can you say: DUH!!

I'm still chuckling at my moment of ditziness this morning!

(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/339111611)