Let the recovery begin.

     I really can't recollect to much but they finally told me my sister had cancer.  As of this writing she is fine and back to work, let's get that straight.  I don't recall the name exactly, but it was stage 1.  Surgery was needed.  After 50 some odd years of life, and abusing life and herself, she finally had something wrong with her.  There aren't a lot of people that have been as lucky.
     I do not recall if it was July 3rd or 4th that they took her to the hospital.  Would be the last time I'd see her until somewhere in August.  I'm going to divert back to me here.  I've already told you all ends well, and I'll throw in in here and there.
     They had given me a stapled paper about recovery from surgery at home.  I soon realized this was generic enough to be for a 10 year old to 80 year old.  Seemed to be up to me.  Walking a certain amount of time increased in increments.  No lifting anything.  Rest.  Watch pulse and temperature.  Never lifting my arms above my head.  I think that was a no no for six months, unsure.  Along with whatever you did with the right arm you should do with the left.
     Tentatively I recall moving around my house.  Terrified of over doing things, of moving wrong, and of falling.  I still had no upper body strength at all.  Also the ring finger and pinkie on my left hand were still numb and tingly.  I was told it would improve and it has.  It was the middle finger to the pinkie on my right, that one took the longest to improve back to almost normal.
     I recall the first walk I took to the corner.  I was scared.  First thought what if I was overdoing it.  Then what if I fell.  I managed it and felt good for it.  I essentially walked with my mead down, very slowly, watching the road so I didn't trip on anything.
     The memories of that day were mostly of the good feeling from the walk.  The resting.  A little on the food.  I knew ordinarily last summer, had been told all the time, it was brutally hot.  So walking would be best in morning.  I would start out with 1 a day and increase it.  Of course I started with 2 or 3.  Just to the corner, but never in the heat of the day.
     Nope, never did get a call July 3rd or July 4th from the visiting nurse care, man was I alone.  That stuff isn't over yet either.