It's only me

I am back in the cyberworld of blogs and writing under my own steam rather than relying upon Kitten to make sense of notes scrawled while lying prone in a hospital bed. I am very grateful to my younger daughter for taking on the responsibility of keeping my blog going - it helped in the process of recovery.
At the moment I am enjoying lots of daily minor triumphs that take me away from being a patient to being a normal person again. Today was a shower and washing my hair! I am up to 15 minute walks daily and this afternoon I am off to our friends', the Penroses, for a luncheon.
My best beloved has proved, as in most things to which she turns her hand, to be an excellent nurse. The district nurse has been tending to my hole in the throat every other day but yesterday pronounced herself so pleased with Ingrid's efforts that the latter has been left in charge of supervising the closing up of the hole.
The hole came about at the start of my operation when they tried to unsuccessfully feed a tube down the back of my throat into my lungs. Apparently my tongue proved too big and they had to bring in a specialist to cut a trachiectomy as an alternative.
This hole is healing rapidly under its own agenda as are all my scars. I qualify as a "good healer".
I am so proud of our little family unit. They have all pulled together so well and been so supportive of each other. This is not unexpected but the test cam rather out of the blue.
I am looking forward to the arrival of my little brother on Sunday as he takes over the daily nursing role next week to allow Ingrid to go back to work and to perform "Frozen" at the Arts Centre in the evenings.
Ingrid and I are looking forward to her being able to stop working full time in the Summer Term. We have always expressed the wish to spend more time together but had been thinking of that as being at least a couple of years off. An episode such as we have just been through shows that you have to seize the day now - who can say what the future may hold?