August 12, 1999

Ten days post op.  It seems things are changing so fast I can't keep up with them.  I sometimes find it frightening.
Rhonda was running a slight fever over the week end, but it never got over 100.2 so we decided to wait until Monday to call the doctor.  He had me bring her in on Tuesday to check her.  He assured her she was fine and he was pleased with her progress.
I am still struggling with her menu.  For breakfast I have been making her a protien shake made with carnation instant breakfast and eggbeaters.  I also have been pureeing some cantalope to go with it.
Yesterday Rhonda's sister came and stayed the day with her, so I could have the day off.  I played 27 holes of golf.  I didn't play that well but at least it allowed me to think of something else for a few hours.
Teresa (Rhonda's sister) brought some homemade soup with her. Rhonda was even able to eat some of that pureed.  I guess she gets her little pleasures where she can.  Homemade soup is something we all take for granted until you can't have a bowl.
I also ran a couple of ounces of orange sherbet through the blender.  That was day before yesterday.  Last night she put some of it in a bowl and just let it melt in her mouth.  I hope we are not unknowingly doing anything that may hurt her.  Bottom line is that she is doing very well for someone who was cut from the bottom of her breast bone to her navel less that two weeks ago.  Not to mention the cutting and stapling internally.
I am going to change the subject a little.  When I am working, Rhonda and I don't seem to have a lot of time to talk.  Like everyone else, we get caught up in the events of the day.
Earlier I mentioned the look of joy on her face when she came to the garage to tell me about her being approved.
On the way home from the doctors office the other day she told me that the look I saw was not only happiness about being approved.  That look was about her faith in God had being rewarded.  She prayed everyday about the surgery, and is confident that it was Gods will for this to happen.
Who am I to argue ????

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