I had planned on posting last week
before I left for the hospital Tuesday morning, but went and forgot. Can I
blame it on the Olympics? I’ve been obsessed with them (men’s figure skating
and women’s hockey were on) and other things just aren’t getting done. Except
for my crocheting. I’m still crocheting. But I can do that and watch the
Olympics.
Anyway, surgery was a success, if
not a little longer than planned. Seemed my organs were a bit “sticky” on the
left side of my body (as told to me by my doctor), where they had no issues on
the right side back in May. I asked if the radiation I had on that side (breast
cancer treatment in 2017/18) could have been the reason. She’d forgotten about that, I
guess, and said it was most likely the reason. So something that should have
taken two hours took closer to five. And… they nicked my spleen. Had to get the
bleeding stopped before they could continue, too. But no lasting damage was
done (thank goodness). I ended up staying in the hospital a day longer than
planned since I was feeling nauseous at times (from the anesthesia, I’m sure).
You know, I really hate those beds
in the hospitals. They are NOT comfortable. Especially when you’ve had your
abdomen cut on. I was so happy to finally sleep in my own bed on Thursday.
FYI: They're pretty sure they got all the cancer, but we won't know for sure until my next MRI. I'm hopeful!
Here’s what I read since my last
update:
Book 5
Dates read: January
26 - February 3, 2022
Title: The Other Emily
Year of publication: 2021
Author: Dean Koontz
Genre: Suspense
Series: N/A
# of Pages: 352
Paper or plastic: Hardcover
How obtained: Purchased
Blurb from the book: A decade ago,
Emily Carlino vanished after her car broke down on a California highway. She
was presumed to be one of serial killer Ronny Lee Jessups’s victims whose
remains were never found.
Writer David Thorne still hasn’t
recovered from losing the love of his life, or from the guilt of not being
there to save her. Since then, he’s sought closure any way he can. He even
visits regularly with Jessup in prison, desperate for answers about Emily’s
final hours so he may finally lay her body to rest. Then David meets Madison
Sutton, beguiling, playful, and keenly aware of all David has lost. But what
really takes his breath away is that everything about Maddison, down to her
kisses, is just like Emily. As the fantastic become credible, David’s obsession
grows, Maddison’s mysterious past deepens—and terror escalates.
Is she Emily? Or an irresistible dead
ringer? Either way, the ultimate question is the same: What game is she
playing? Whatever the risk in finding out, David’s willing to take it for this
precious second chance. It’s been ten years since he’s felt this inspired, this
hopeful, this much in love…and he’s afraid.
My thoughts: I can always count on Dean
Koontz to entertain me regardless of what turn his books take. I guess I can
always count on him to surprise me, too. And yes, the ending did surprise me.
Today would have been my father’s 97th birthday. He had
hoped to make it to 100, but alas, only made it to 92. I still miss him.
Happy Reading!
Stacy
