Back from San Cecilio hospital and post surgery rest

My lovelies, dear readers, it's been more than a week now that I'm back home and I can't tell you how happy I was to finally lie down in my bed and rest. Well it's going to take a while to fully recover but I'm definitely on the mend. You see, I needed to have a hysterectomy. (horrible word isn't it ?). As you can imagine, it's really not what I wished for but it was the only possible remedy offered to me and I had no choice. To explain things briefly, I had too many problems with my period for a long time due to big fibromas (am not too sure it's the correct medical term in English). The doctors also detected high grade lesions but then the biopsy was negative which my gynecologist found quite suspicious. She immediately prescribed the operation to be safer. But first I needed to treat the anemia due to the excessive bleeding.

And this is how, I ended at the San Cecilio hospital. I've never had an operation in my life, not even appendicitis and funnily enough, what I dreaded more was not the operation itself but the anesthesia. Monchéri held my hand all the way to the surgery room. We were both quite nervous and tried our best to hide it, telling each other we'll meet up very soon. That day, the surgeon who was supposed to perform the operation couldn't come so I was introduced to another surgeon: Dr Francisco Beltran. I felt immediately reassured as I knew he had a good reputation and I was relieved to be in such good hands. We chatted a bit about the operation. He guessed from my accent that I was French. As he was checking my last name, he also guessed I have Malagasy origins and then I was put to sleep on these words : Como me gustaria ir a Madagascar...How I'd love to go to Madagascar. When I woke up, it seemed only 10 minutes have gone by. A man in green came up to me and immediately after, Monchéri's smiling face was approaching mine. It was done, I felt calm and serene. The pain only came the day after. It seemed to me my guts were just moving on their own. I had nervous spasms and a terrible pain on my left side. I dreaded getting up and I'll be for ever grateful to a nurse called Trini who helped me every day to get up without hurting myself, explaining to me, I had to measure my movements like in Tai'chi. Oh, she was unbelievable and her smiling face in the early morning really cheered me up during my stay. I can't wait to be able to walk properly and bring her a big bunch of flowers at the hospital to thank her.
Unlike the other patients in my room, (we were four) I didn't have too many visits because I knew I would be sleeping most of the time. My lovely French friends Josiane and Anne-Muriel came especially to bring me some Japanese soup, as I told them the food wasn't exactly wonderful. My little bedtable soon became a miniature grocery store filled with packets of biscuits, dried fruit, exquisite Morroccan pastries brought by my French Moroccan friends. Monchéri bought fashion magazines so that I won't be too bored. My parents called everyday to check how I was getting on. I won't lie....it felt so nice to be pampered and spoilt !
I am also so grateful to all of you who left me a comment or emailed me. You are so sweet and dear to my heart ! I read each of your comments with little tears in my eyes. I was so touched....I will very soon come and visit you and thank you properly. I can't stay too long on the computer as after a while I get a bit dizzy but you will see me definitely on your blogs in the next days....
Also I want to reassure you, after having felt depressed a few days about the operation, I now feel totally positive and my old cheerful self. As you can imagine, Monchéri's support and love were essential to me and helped me tremendously. As he says, we can still adopt a baby - just like my lovely blogging friend Yoli - and life goes on. So I'm saying yes to life and its endless possibilities....

Again thank you so much for your love and kindness

You're great !!!!