The recovery from surgery is going well, but not as fast as I would have hoped. Sure, it has been less than six weeks and closer to five, but I would have liked to have no sense of their still being a wound. The scar/healing wound is fine – just hoped it wouldn’t still be uncomfortable (especially when sitting). Still, I am thankful for the success of the operation and the generally good healing that is happening. I think sometimes we can expect too much and not recognise the good that we have – and not be thankful enough for it.


Yesterday I travelled out of town to visit my surgeon for a post-op visit. My initial impression of the surgeon when I first when for a consult prior to surgery was not good. I was sure he would do a good job, but he didn’t really impress me much as a person I guess. However, this has been a classic case of not judging a book by it’s cover, for he has truly impressed me throughout and I am genuinely thankful for what he has done (which I expressed to him yesterday and several times while in hospital).

The hernia repair operation has been successful, which I am very thankful for. I have also learnt that the repair required more extensive surgery than first believed – and it was initially believed to be a bad one. The surgeon described the hernia as ‘massive.’ So relief that it has been repaired and successfully so is palpable. I am also relieved at just how well and rapidly I am recovering from the surgery – it has been an extremely good experience from start to finish to this point. Yeah.


ABOVE: Waiting for Surgery

I was admitted to hospital on the 1st November 2013 for a Hernia repair operation. Admission was at 7.30am and the the actual surgery occurred at about 11.30am. Surgery lasted somewhere between 1 and 1.5 hours. There was a bit of a laugh when I changed into the gown provided as I didn’t have a clue as to how to put it on. The end result was that I had it on back to front.

I was in hospital for 3 days, during which time I was able to walk about the very next day and read quite a few ebooks. Of course there was some pain and discomfort, but nowhere near as much as was expected – thankfully.

The Hunter Valley Private Hospital at Shortland proved itself to be a wonderful place to be for the attention and care required during my stay. Hospital food was good and the nursing staff were brilliant and very kind – especially Hannah, Lyndel and Helen.Thank you for your kindness and professional services.

ABOVE: Designed to Prevent Thrombosis           BELOW: Great Food




I will soon be having a break from Blogging as I am scheduled to undergo surgery in the near future, so early November is shaping as a lean period for my various Blogs. However, it is quite possible that there will be a large number of posts once I am able to sit comfortably in front of my computer again. I expect there will be no posts for possibly the first week of November. Up until November there will be short periods of no posts, with the various preparations required previous to surgery.

Cancer Scare

No, I don’t have cancer – never have, at least as far as I know – and I am very thankful for that. There have been moments – probably longer than moments actually – when there were cancer scares. The last ‘moment’ was only a matter of weeks ago. It was a bit of a worry the day I discovered a tennis ball sized lump. I immediately made an appointment to visit the doctor and have it seen to. For the next couple of weeks it was a case of not knowing what it was with any degree of certainty and then I had the ultrasound which proved it to be a hernia. By the end of the ultrasound it was known I had two hernias in fact, but I’ll take those over cancer any day. There was much relief when that appointment was concluded and the true cause of the lump was known.

This week I’m off to see a surgeon to find out what will be required to correct the hernias and to determine just when corrective surgery can be scheduled. I expect it won’t be too far down the track and then there will be time off work recovering. Still – far better than cancer I reckon.