YoMo helps a sister out

YoMo just sent me the the best email today. Titled “I feel the volcano wanting to erupt,” she described her own feelings of rage and anger, a security barrier to protect her since first hearing about L*’s diagnosis. As soon as you get some vacation YoMo, you come up and visit us so you can see L* with your own eyes. The woman voted today, four days post-op y todo. And was officially he-she’d at the polling place. (nicely)

L* was watering her garden while I was still reading my a.m. emails. She painted a pot so she can transplant one of her plants into something bigger and prettier.

She went out with the camera to take fotos of her succulents, her bougainvillea, the statue of La Virgen in the back yard. Inside she fotographed her altar (pictures coming soon)

She started taking showers yesterday. Today she shed the compression bandage undergarment, and went around in a muscle t and a baseball shirt. Muy bien guapo! She let me put my hand on her chest wall and it felt true and solid.

If she continues the way she’s going, she’ll have her drains out on Thursday and then be free of that baggage.

The way I go on and on about how great she looks, I’m afraid you’ll think I’m downplaying what a big deal this is. I mean, no lie, she’s had big surgery, she’s sensitive, sometimes itchy, and this morning she woke up feeling like she’d been hit by a truck. but the pain medication gives her back her mobility, so she can move around have a fairly normal--if overly sedentary--day.