Next week is the colon surgery, unless it’s something else; and today–surprise, surprise!–it’s a bunch of tests in advance of surgery. Don’t ask me what tests. My mind shuts down: worried about getting hurt.
I’m so sick and tired of this! There are enough doctors involved in this to make a softball team. I can’t keep track of anything. Patty sort of can, she tries… but it’s getting to be too much for her, too. I was a newspaper editor, she was the bookkeeper. Somehow we are not equipped for this. I know I’m not.
Ye gods, what do people do who live alone and have no idea what the doctor/nurse/administrator is talking about?
Please keep praying for us.