The Virus situation is not letting-up any where I am - in Texas. We are to wear masks and keep social distancing from anyone.
The number of people being sick with the virus keeps going up and the number of death rising.
Now, it has been five and half months since my operation. I am finally back in my apartment at the Conservatory.
The doctors and therapists are trying to make me whole. I am supposed to be doing well for someone in my impaired condition.
But it takes a long time to learn to be more or less normal, let alone being whole again.
My oldest daughter said that I needed to be patient, having gone through some very extensive surgery.
I am trying, but it is not easy.
I go for therapy to help with lymphedema.
I go for therapy to help strengthen my neck and my limbs.
I go for therapy to help me learn how to swallow.
I go to the orthodontist for my prosthesis . . .
The sweet dental-specialist did say that the end is in sight. May be I could eat more normally then.
They are all trying to put this Humpty-Dumpty back together again.
Many of my fellow residents were surprised to see me, upright and walking - even though with the help of a walker, and comment how well I look. True, I had been absent from the Conservatory for several months. I do know that some did not think that I would survive the extensive operation. To tell the truth, I did not either. I did have my skillful and wonderful head/neck specialist-surgeon who gave me back my life.
So here I am. I do need to find some meaning to being here.
