S U R P R I S E ! ! !

This is me, typing from a honest to goodness terminal at my parents' place.

Yes folks, I've broken outta there, hopefully for a good long time.

The best news for me was coming to conciousness in ICU without a breathing tube down my throat, and seeing my surgeon who said, (drumroll) "We took it out. We took it all out."

The worst part was the morphine I think. It made me so nauseaous and retching was so painful. BTW, the nurses kept asking me if I was nauseating whenever I was retching. Am I really nauseating?! Tsk!

Another miracle. The doctor who was assisting (who's also the one with the weird sense of humour, the "build character what!" one, but his heart in the right place) was talking to Joe just now and he mentioned that when they went in, they found that the tumour had actually shrunk. And that was what made the doctor's job so much easier. On parting, he asked me, "How? Do you like my stitches? Heh."

So I've had a life-changing experience and I really believe in the power of prayer and friendship and support.

I will write more details soon.

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.


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