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Hello my friends. I’ve missed you all so much. I went into the hospital Dec.12 to have my gall bladder removed (day surgery, ha.) and spent the next 28 days in another hospital. The surgeon made a terrible mess, and I was sent by ambulance to a hospital in Houston that specializes in liver transplants. I didn’t need a transplant, but the liver team was the group of doctors with the special skills to build the new parts I needed, and put me back together.

I will have to sue. Among other things, the first surgeon destroyed one of the two blood arteries that supply the liver, which could not be repaired. So my liver will be on half blood supply for the rest of my life. And the trauma damaged my heart, too, so that will always be a problem.

My equanimity is almost normal, and I am delirious with joy to be home, and reading about Stoaty’s chickens

Good lord, Deborah! I don’t know what to say. You must be worn the heck out.

We will send waves of healing vibes, if we believed in such a thing.

Why is it always over the holidays? We know several people who have spent part of the season in the hospital.

@ Deborah HH,

How horrible !!!!!

On the other hand, it’s a miracle that you are still with us and able to feel joy and happiness. I hope your health progresses better than your wildest expectations…

Oh, Deborah ! We’re so glad you made it back to us!

Deborah–so glad you made it through, so angry you had to! Second ExpressoBold’s wishes for greater healing than you expect!

@Deborah …best wishes for a full and speedy recovery!

Deborah, if you would like to vent, you can be my first ever guest post. I’m not trying to capitalize on your suffering. My mother (a psychology student) taught me that people who have gone through hell often want to talk about it, and we usually don’t let them.

Hi Deborah – that’s awful – you poor thing! I’d offer to send you some slices of worm pie but.. well… you know… not everyone likes badger food, strange as that seems to me.

Do take care and please keep us up to date with what we’re all hoping is an amazing and rapid recovery.

Horrible story. Please, when you’re all well make sure to sue that b*stard out of business. None of know the skill of a surgeon and I fear the medical practice doesn’t really do the job of self policing.

Everything he has should belong to you now.

My word, Deborah, it’s a wonder you survived. What that surgeon subjected you to is more than incompetence, it’s a medical atrocity. It’s a shame to have to go through a lawsuit after all you’ve already been through, but he has to be made to pay for the life-altering damage he’s inflicted on you.

Thank your lucky stars for skilled emergency transfer and liver transplant teams. I hope each day of the New Year brings you increasing strength and abundant reasons for gladness.

Deborah – my lord! Wishes and prayers for a swift recovery and then a successful malpractice suit that ultimately allows you to…do anything you damn well please.

@Debora HH – What an utterly horrible experience. I’m so glad you’re still with us, and thanks for letting us know what happened. May you recover quickly and fully, and may you achieve a whopping victory over that quack surgeon.

Oh my, Deborah HH. I hope you’re feeling better now.
Being sick sucks.
God bless you.

Thanks to you all for your good wishes and encouragement. Thank you Stoaty, for your offer of a guest post. I’m still sorting out the experience, and can’t write about it now.

JavaMan and I “celebrated” our 50th wedding anniversary on Jan.2—not quite the way we’d hoped. I teased him about that “for better or for worse” clause. He read to me almost every day—one or two short chapters at a time—from the Robert Crais book Indigo Slam. I usually fell asleep while he was reading, but it was the sweetest thing ever.

As delicious as worm pie sounds, my appetite is gone. Everything tastes too salty and all I want is watermelon and avocados. Well it’s not watermelon season, but avocados are everywhere. JavaMan is steaming fresh vegetables for my supper tonight, so I am looking forward to that.