The equivalent of four 4 Litre jugs of milk.
That's what came out of my wife yesterday. A cyst filled with sixteen litres of clear fluid. A quick imperial to metric conversion tells me that she just lost almost 36 pounds! That's incredible. I've been counting my blessings in the 24 hours since she came out of surgery - everything was a smashing success!The whole experience has been an emotional rollercoaster - from the anxiety I experienced during the operation, to the joy of seeing her smile when she got out of recovery! Today, while Cat was in a Benadryl-induced sleep, I picked up a pen and did a few 3 minute sketches - it's been a few years since I've done any drawing, so I'm quite rusty! Here's a shot of Cat's hand around her saviour - a Morphine pump!
In the late nineties, Walle Larson (a smooth, saxophone playing, adult contemporary jazz radio personality) used to dedicate no fewer than 50 songs a night on his radio program to Winnipeg's nurses. Up until last week, I thought that he just had a nurse fetish, but now, I'm on the bandwagon. The nurses we've had have been incredibly patient, soothing caregivers who probably don't get enough thanks for the long hours, hard work, and bodily fluids that they have to put up with during their 12 hour shifts. So from the bottom of my heart, to nurses everywhere, thank you. I don't know where we would be without their help during this difficult time.I also want to thank all the friends and family who have given us words of encouragement, support, love, and money during this time. Okay, so no one has given us money, but the day isn't over yet! Seriously, Cat and I thank you all.
She currently has some "before" pictures on her blog, and in the coming weeks will be posting the "after". I guarantee you'll have trouble recognizing her.
Sixteen litres is a lot.
Currently playing - Autograph - Loud and Clear
Now entering my one-hundred and sixty-seventh Cola free day!

