Eulogy for Igor

My surgery yesterday went well.  David was with me off and on throughout the day/night and my friend Michelle visited me last night. I don't remember anything about the surgery, but the first thing I did in recovery was to feel my stomach. Igor (my stoma) was gone and good riddance! No more getting up in the middle of the night because I sprang a leak. No more kneeling in front of the toilet to empty the bag. No more going to another floor at work because the only stall taken was the handicap. No more taping myself up with plastic wrap before I shower. No more gurgling sounds after I eat. No more slushing around when I play tennis or walk. No more wearing two pairs of underwear (don't ask).

Doctor was pleased and the staff taking care of me are happy with my progress. I'm now on clear liquids as opposed to ice chips. Moving is painful when I engage my core muscles, which you use all of the time.

Here's a picture of me post-surgery. Happy camper, indeed!