Sharin' About Sharon: Vol. I
I told her that's what I'd call these posts. She didn't seem to love it, but what does she know? Girlfriend's trippin' on a morphine drip.
She's come out of surgery without any complications, which is a huge answer to all of the prayers floating in the blogosphere. The doctors didn't see any signs of cancer remaining and have sent the excised tissues to pathology to have the growths analyzed. The fact that she's been given a clean bill of health is just amazing.
They plan on keeping her for 3 or 4 more days. She's experiencing Hendrix and (hopefully) Terrapin Station as they were meant to be received--through the purple haze of the morphine drip.
My personal experience is that she'll remember nothing of it, but who knows?
Keep her in your prayers, and I'll keep you updated.
(That's not meant to be quid pro quo. I'll still update you ,even if you're not the praying sort. We're an equal-opportunity blabbermouth.)