She's okay!
I talked to Carolyn about 4:15 our time (1:00 theirs) and Betty came through the operation well. I called later in the evening and Carolyn said she was all right, but in a lot of pain; there was a wait for the pain medication to work.
It was such a relief to hear she was all right, I really didn't ask a lot of questions. I know they did take out a portion of the bowel and got the impression the cancer hadn't spread, but I'm not sure about that--or whether they could know yet. Anyway, I'll hear more today.
Muckie called about dinnertime to get the initial news, then I called her back after I talked to Carolyn the second time. Our friends here responded to my e-mail about it with warm wishes--so nice.
Marge called to see if I wanted to go to lunch. Need she ask? Ha, ha, I'm always ready to go to lunch (or anywhere else--I'm a rolling stone). I suggested a new restaurant, the Garlic Grill, in Manahawkin. As we approached, we heard music and when we walked in, our ears were assaulted with an incredible din. We asked to be seated in the separate dining room; otherwise, would not have stayed. They did put us in there--all by ourselves--but we had to ask them to close both doors and turn off the speakers. We both had Caesar salad with shrimp--it was good, but nothing special and I noticed the portion sizes were smaller than at several other places I go. No matter, though. The important thing was being with friend Marge and talking away on every subject under the sun.
After I got home, I galvanized myself to start pulling leftover weeds and dead plants from last year. I wanted to hire somebody to do this scutwork, but it seems impossible around here to get anybody reliable, so I decided to do it myself. I had read somewhere the advice to wait until spring to clear out old plants and weeds, as they're much easily to get out--and yes, that's true, I was happy to see. We also have a lot of dead tree leaves that get stuck in the bushes and are more difficult to remove, but I'm going to continue today in this glorious spring weather.
Note: Apria, the sorry-ass company that delivers Pat's portable oxygen tanks (he uses a concentrator when he's home), didn't get here until after 9:00 last night. We've just about decided to drop them in favor of an outfit in Manahawkin. Of course, this is a big hassle and I have to get a new "script" from his pulmonologist in Absecon. Think I'll drive over there today on my way to Boscov's to get the sneaks and to Macy's to get a breadbox (long story there that I'm sure nobody wants to hear).