update

Well, my daughter, Sarah, is home. She was in surgery for a long time. It was very gnarly in there. The fetus was one day shy of nine weeks, had absorbed her fallopian tube and was attacking her colon (she was telling everyone the baby ate her fallopian tube). Blood had pooled all around her uterus. It was really a mess. The surgeon made three incisions to clean her out and to have a good look around to make sure he got everything out. Her colon had three black spots on it where the fetus was trying to feed ans her recovery is going to be prolonged. If the bad spots (necrotic tissue) don't heal up by themselves and continue to spread then he will have to go back in and do some serious work cutting out the bad part. The doctor and staff was surprised she was still alive, had not seen one this bad for many years if ever. Her prognosis is good but she's not completely out of the woods yet. They let her come home on Wednesday.

So Wednesday morning I got early to go get my BIL's truck which they were letting me borrow so Marc would not be stranded without a truck (still working on the shop building) and so I could bring back all four kids since it had a crew cab which ours does not. Also, our truck was going in that morning to have a part replaced on the air conditioner so we dropped it off on the way back. When I was ready to leave, I took Marc back to the dealership and took off, stopping for gas on the way out. Got out, gassed up the truck, got back in, put in the key and it wouldn't turn, wouldn't let me shift the gear. Great, this is all I need and I was anxious to get to the hospital. So I called my BIL and he came up to where I was and started messing around under the hood. Right about that time I realized I had probably just used the wrong key. My truck key fit all the way in the ignition but, of course, would not turn it. Stupido stupido. Tried the right key, the truck started right up and I was finally on my way.

She was pretty cheerful, ready to go home so when they brought in her discharge papers I brought her home. She said everyone was so solicitous at the hospital. She was in the maternity ward and they were all concerned that she would be depressed about 'losing' the baby.

Yesterday was the last day of school so when the kids got home I gathered them all up and brought them back home out here at the country house with me. We will have them through Sunday and maybe til next Wednesday. Her check-up is next Tuesday and then she will have a better idea about her recovery. The doctor is not giving her any time frame yet.

So with all four kids here and me behind on my job and the shop getting put up on Sunday, I may not have much time to visit around blogland. I'll never get caught up with all your doings (and doubt I will be commenting much when I do get some time to read) so I'll just meet you all downstream when I have the time to check in.

I won't have time to respond to each and everyone of you individually but thank you all for all your wonderful support, prayers, good energy and light.