I'm home from the hospital. Surgery was successful from what I understand, but recovery is going to be more difficult and longer than M. or I had anticipated. The pain is bearable (and the meds help) but I feel like I've been hit by a truck-- flat out exhausted. Basically I'm alternating between the sofa and bed-- reading, emailing, mostly sleeping... with the occasional lap around the kitchen island.
I'm realizing it'll probably be at least a week maybe two of this... which is kind of a bummer...
It does give me time, however to write/post on how I found out about this pituitary tumor and about the experience of surgery. Though it may not hold the same interest as paint colors, light fixtures or chandelier shades for those who check in here, it's possible that a sister or friend of yours might have similar symptoms some day or that someone may happen across this blog while doing a search for pituitary tumors. I am amazed at the sharing of information online and how helpful it was for me as I dealt with the diagnosis and the preparation for surgery... so I hope to give back a little of the same.
In the meantime-- and more in the spirit of this blog-- we had two trees planted yesterday. It was perfect actually because even in my diminished state, I propped myself up at the window and watched them as they dug the holes, set them in and mulched around them. It's special because we'll always remember exactly when they were planted and I am Thrilled with them and the thought of them setting down their roots deep and strong and reaching towards the sky.... just as M. and I will continue to do now home on Tallmadge.