Finally, leg surgery is done.  Just plain wanted to get that behind me so I could think about what other people are thinking about, like Thanksgiving and Christmas.  And Gotcha Day for our dog, Prince, which if you don't observe it, is always the Tuesday before Thanksgiving.  
So, literally, we arrived at 8, ready for surgery at 9:30, out by 11.  Recovery for an hour than in my room at 12.  
Mistook the place for the Four Seasons Hotel--juice, crackers,, socks on, clothes on, up in the chair, call the wheelchair and out I went.  Forget the warm meal I was expecting and the comfortable nap while oral drugs took full effect.  Nope, home by 2 where I got a candy bar and diet coke, a good nap and the drugs kicked in. 
Did bring home souvenirs of a metal rod and six screws in my upper right leg, meant to prevent any breaking of my bone weakened by cancer.  Apparently, the potential benefits are great as I would rather not endure such a calamity on my already exhausted frame. 
The tender mercy in this story is that my platelets rose to the occasion so I did not need an early transfusion before surgery.  Had it been a treatment day I would have surely been in good shape for my usual cocktail, but, alas, I get a two week break before we head back to chemo.  I'll take it.
In between the human moans and groans, I am aware and grateful that  I receive many good things from my Father's hand.  He knows that sometimes I am too weary for formal thank yous so I sing or listen to a someone else's praise.  He is good to me.  
Heading into the holidays, now I guess.  Hoping there are no surgeries or chemo in these coming months for you, but thankfulness and praise that He came to dwell among us.  
Thank you for your many prayers,  Kim