For those of you still following the seemingly interminable tale of my husband's colostomy, we are finally down to just days!
His surgery is scheduled for 0730 next Thursday morning. The re-attachment of his colon will be done by the same surgeon who took it apart last February.
My hubby is seventy two. He's been a lot of places and done a lot of things. He's had loathsome failures and wonderful successes in his time, and has come out on top. He's not a greenhorn in life, but is a man who has successfully endured trials before. He describes this episode of his colostomy and the subsequent disgust from the continual failing of the adhesive device, as the most miserable experience of his lifetime, bar none. The joyful anticipation he exudes about the upcoming reversal surgery is wonderful to see. Months of dark depression have lifted. He can see the end of the tunnel now, and his excitement reminds me of me when I was a schoolgirl waiting anxiously for a date.
Meanwhile, our two young kitties are back home from their laser de-clawing surgery today. Our elderly cat has no claws, and it had been a very unfair contest. They are already playing on the rug, oblivious that we just spent a thousand dollars to de-claw two cats. There ain't no such thing as a free kitten!
Please keep my hubby Dan in your thoughts and prayers next week. His colostomy re-connection surgery, called a "take down" is on Thursday January 15, at 0730 MST. Gawd, I hope the surgeon has had his coffee by then.