Four Weeks Later

It is hard to believe that it was four weeks ago this morning that I went in for surgery. I have to be honest: it has been the longest four weeks of my life and I will be glad when another five months have passed and life is back to some kind of normalcy.

As you can see from the immodest picture, my eleven-inch belly scar is doing very well, and I expect that it will fade into a gentle reminder, a fashionable kind of "trophy scar." I'm beginning to suspect that my neck scar, which is not quite four inches long, will remain a more dramatic reminder, although it is usually covered by my shirt.

My stamina is growing steadily. I notice that my naps are shorter and that I'm going to bed later. However, I have never felt the need for naps more and I suspect they will be a regular part of my life for a while.

The big challenge is eating and my weight. My weight is down 18.5 lbs. (8.4 kg.) from four weeks ago, and it seems to be dropping by almost a half pound per day. This is expected and usual and will slow down, and then reverse itself over the next several months. It is gratifying to be at my ideal target weight and wearing clothing sizes when I first got married almost 33 years ago.

Meanwhile, I'm ready to greet the New Year and return to worrying about more mundane matters. And, I promise: no more pictures of my scars!