My mom's surgery went incredibly well. There were complications---her thyroid gland had so many dead tissues that it grew itself new branches/tissues into her chest cavity... most of which was in pre-cancer stages and might've evolved into more cancerous cells without their ever knowing. They were able to extract it all cleanly and put her on pills to compensate for the main thyroid functions.
Her scar opening still hurts now, two weeks later, but on the new meds she feels GREAT. She is pain-free in her joints and muscles for the first time in decades. She no longer gets sleepy and requires multiple naps throughout the day. Who knew that her thyroid function was inhibiting her in so many different ways?
We have great hope.
The bad news:
I went to San Francisco over the last weekend, Friday through Monday. I went for several reasons... I really needed to get away from all the busy things that are going on at home, for a break away from my understandably stressed and overbearing family... once the dust settled on my mom's surgery and things were going well... I wanted to get away. And also I wanted to spend time with my close friend who moved up. He's one of my very best friends.
I wanted to get away somewhere simpler and quieter and cut myself off from everyone else at home for a few days. I've always found time with this friend to be productive and grounding.
This time, 72 uninterrupted (except for bathroom breaks I guess haha) hours with him rocked my world in ways I don't fully understand.
I don't even know where to begin.