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I made it back home from Mom's House of Healing, survived the onslaught of dog love and am officially a member of my family again.  It's good to be home. The kid has continued her usual teenage role.  On the way home from my Mom's I wasn't in the car for two seconds before she bombarded me with "Can I spend the night at Lauren's tomorrow?"  I hadn't even had a chance to sit down at home before she asked what was for dinner.  Teenagers - it's always all about them.  I'm not sure she even noticed I was gone to be honest.  My mother-in-law, bless her heart, had a hot meal waiting for my husband and daughter every night I was gone.  Here I thought they'd live on pizza and tacos.  (Thanks Granny!) I ventured out to the grocery store today.  That was fun.  Really, it was.  I wasn't allowed to lift anything, push the cart, bag the groceries or carry anything in from the car.  I may have to milk that for a while longer!  It w...

Sorry for no updates while I was in surgery and in the hospital.  Things didn't exactly go as expected.  The hernia was fixed, tons of scar tissue was removed and there appeared to be no active Crohn's disease...all a huge plus.  However the surgeon did the whole procedure through a scope.  I've never had scope surgery before - always the huge cutting and huge scar on my stomach.  That's what I was prepared for.  Now I have five little scars to contend with.  I'm honestly not sure what to make of this.  I still hurt, I feel like I have air trapped in my stomach that will never leave.  I keep getting twinges of pain when I move and I just want it to be over with.  It was a scope and that is better right?  It feels worse.  But on the bright side I have no active disease.  I was only in the hospital for three days and then retreated to my Mom's House of Healing to recuperate before I face the huge beastly dogs at my own home....

T'was the night before surgery and what am I doing?  Well my AWESOME mother bought me an hour massage earlier today so I could try and relax.  It was pretty awesome.  My muscles feel way better.  (Thanks, Mom, you're the BEST!)  I've finished watching the television series I'd been watching on Netflix for the past three weeks.  That's always bitter sweet but at least I can go into surgery knowing that I finished it.  But Dr. Who still awaits with more fun filled episodes! I've finally stopped cleaning and just said screw it!  The weather has gone from frozen to muddy in our back yard and the three dogs are tracking their little muddy paws throughout the house and I'm just too dang tired to keep cleaning up after them.  I won't be home for two weeks so I don't even care right now. Besides my mother-in-law will definitely clean while I'm gone. Bwhahahahaha!! I've checked and rechecked the suitcase a million times adding stupid things I know won...

This is me, Anxiety Girl!  I have four days until my surgery and I'm convinced that everything will go wrong.  I have been having increasing pain and I'm convinced it's cancer.  I feel like my whole abdominal cavity is full of tumors.  None of this is actually true but I feel like my brain has turned into WebMD.  I've had my bag packed for the hospital for two weeks now.  Every day I add a few more things.  I've checked everything off my "to-do" list except the last minute shaving of the legs. I'm still freaked out that they might call and reschedule the surgery, or I'll get sick and have to cancel.  (The kid has a sinus infections and I'm trying not to catch it.)  I've become a cleaning freak trying to get everything ready for when I leave my family for a week to have the surgery.  I want them to have everything they need and not have to do too much. To be honest, I'm afraid.  I'm scared that I might not co...