CANCER SUCKS.
My surrogate mamma, Judy, is on round with two cancer. She's my favorite fiesty old bird.
Judy's journey in the last week:
12 hours of surgery to remove her vocal chords, part of her esophagus and a bunch of reconstructive stuff to make a new esophagus using skin from her leg and arm. Followed by several days of heavy sedation. She's the toughest broad I know.
I got to visit her for the first time today. She's writing notes and asked me to arrange a sponge bath with her dreamy Russian doctor, so I'm confident she's doing as well as she can. They have her on the good dope - that never hurts :-)
During our visit I crocheted her a colorful cozy for her big 'ol ugly bandage so she'd have some cheerful color in the drab beige room and a little love from me close by. We also decided since she has a row of staples (very hardcore) that when she's better we should get her a bitchin' tattoo. Maybe a skull and crossbones? She's promised me a round of dirty word Scrabble on our next visit. I'm pretty excited about that.
Before I left, at her request, I took pics of her staples. She was bummed she didn't have pics from the first surgery a few years back. Judy is a BAD ASS.
Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers - there's much more on her agenda over the coming months.
