Yesterday was the first follow-up visit to the plastic surgeon. The mummywrap came off and a new look (at least to Mrs.-Me) emerged. She had never seen me with facial hair (or any other hair above the neck, for that matter). Ten days of growth, I have to admit, didn't look half-bad on me. Last time I tried was at the tender age of 30 and almost a third of it came in gray. Wasn't ready then, but now ???
Anyway, the doctor removed the sutures and it's still a little raw, as was to be expected. A smaller bandage is in place and will be until it heals, of course.
The best of the news of the day was that the pathology report came back negative -- THEY GOT IT ALL!! Early detection is a wonderful thing. A decent night's sleep for the first time in over a week is even moreso. I'm still having to sleep in the easy chair (head elevated), but I can live with it for another week if need be.
I know there were a lot of prayers and happy thoughts coming my way from all this and all I can say is "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" And yes, Cheryl, you were responsible for that reaction. (Inside joke, an almost 40 years old inside joke.)
I've said it before and I'll say it again -- God is clearly not finished with me yet. Stay tuned ...
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