Okay for real, I don't know how to post a picture using my phone. Full disclosure.
I am back in the hospital - I developed a mild skin infection and have been getting IV antibiotics since Saturday night. Hopefully will be going home on Monday morning.
My surgery was not done at this hospital, but this is the hospital closest to my house. It is also the hospital my mom spent so much time in at the end, and where she passed away. I recognized nurses in the ER. And now I am in a cookie cutter room to hers. It was a strange feeling of familiarity and sadness when they wheeled me into my room last night. It was emotional for me. And just now a doctor who treated my mom and was incredibly gentle with her came in to consult on my case. After he left the tears came.
My surgery is a starting over point for me. And now unexpectedly it is also a cleansing of emotions left over from taking care of my mom - as well as making decisions about her death.
Do things really always happen for a reason? Maybe so.
I also can't figure out how to schedule this post for tomorrow.