Numb...

You know when you go to the dentist, and get numbed up?

That's how I'm feeling all over for some reason.

Like, I don't have control over things I wish I did.

If I could, I'd be with my daughter in Daytona; she's having

a really rough time after the abdominal surgery.  I went to

see her yesterday, and all those times she's had surgery

flashed back instantly.  Rembering when she was first

diagnosed with Irritable Bowel Disease.  The many things

the doctors tried, everything possible hoping they wouldn't

have to remove her colon.  Those things didn't work, and

in l999 it was done.  Since, that time it has been one

surgery after another.  This time, scar tissue from

the previous four surgeries caused the lower instestine

to twist.  I knew she'd been having pain for quite

some time, but she refused to go to the doctor

since she has no insurance.  But, last Thursday afternoon

she went to a walk in clinic in Port Orange; the pain was severe.  They

did a cat scan, immediately called for an ambulance

to take her to Halifax hospital in Daytona.  She wasn't

there but a couple of hours when she was taken into surgery.

She's tough, but given all she's been through with her health

issues and then losing her son followed by

a divorce; I don't know how she can

still fight, but she does.

I'm thankful she has a friend down there who has been

staying with her at night.  But, I want to be there and

can't for a couple of reasons including the fact that

I have her dog here, Hopper Henry.

She'll get better, yet with that type of surgery

there will be a long time of recovery and healing.

Even in my own numbness, I'm thanking God and the

Heavens, she got to the hospital when she did.

And, I'll be here waiting to take care of her.
After all, she may be 47, she's still my baby.

Hunter went with us yesterday, and all she
wanted to do was lay in the bed with her NeNe.

Thank you for listening; I guess I just needed to talk.