My mother will turn eighty later this month. Yesterday, she returned home from the hospital after going through a substantial surgery for a problem she’d had a dozen years and was never diagnosed by her incompetent ex-doctor.
My sister finally talked her into seeing a new doctor and, after just five minutes, he told her she didn’t have the illness she’d been treated for all those years and had never had said illness. A few quick x-rays and we knew what was really wrong.
She had the surgery this past Thursday and, except for one minor bump, has been recovering nicely. The surgeon let her come home yesterday afternoon. She can’t eat solid foods yet as her esophagus is still a bit swollen.
We made sure she was well stocked with cream-style soups and such and in a few weeks everything should be back to normal.
