Mr Pie is home from the hospital. The surgery went well, and we’ll hear the results of the routine lymph node biopsy in a week. They let him come home yesterday, and last night and this morning we were beginning to doubt the wisdom of that decision, but things have improved a lot since then… mainly because he started taking the Vicodin instead of just Tylenol. I think he’s watched too many episodes of “House”.
His roommate was a little older and had been there 4 days longer. Mr Roommate had a tumor on his bladder that turned out to be malignant, so they removed the entire bladder. I suppose they’ll build him a new one, but yesterday was the first time he’d been up to walk since his surgery. Walking helps get things moving again, so to speak, and neither he nor Mr Pie had so much as passed gas let alone had a bowel movement yet. Mr Roommate had a visitor yesterday; when he left, he said, “hope you can fart soon”. Everyone laughed and I joked that it sounded a bit like an Irish blessing.
Mr Pie still needs that blessing. Hope he can fart soon.