"The best way out is always through"

It is 2½ weeks since I had my surgery, and I’m pleased to report that the recovery has been uneventful. I was discharged from hospital 2 days post-surgery. I have had no pain since the first few days, and even on those days the pain was only moderate and required no more than a couple of Panadol to make me comfortable. I do get a little more tired than usual, but I quickly got back to walking – albeit shorter distances and not at the same brisk pace.  For the first few days post operation I was only allowed 10 minutes of gentle walking, so Harry and I drove across the road so that I could do my ’10 minutes’ in my favourite venue, the Royal Botanic Gardens. Fortunately, the weather was kind to us, and we could sit for some time after the walk, soaking up the sunshine and enjoying the beautiful view.  On the first Friday night that I was home from hospital, thanks to Harry’s organisational skills, we had our usual Shabbat dinner at home. It was lovely to have the kid...

It's Harry here writing the next blog instalment. Well the big day arrived. We woke at 5.30am and had breakfast because Robyn had to fast from 6am. We caught a cab to Francis Perry House where she had blood tests and was then admitted to the ward. After a long wait surgery commenced at 2.30pm. While she was in theatre Rebecca and I walked to Brunetti on Lygon Street and had cake and coffee. When we returned Lynne Frid came and kept us company. The cake was ordinary… Lynne was lovely. Robyn found surgery to be a breeze (mind you she was asleep) and returned to her room at 6pm to the smiling faces of Rebecca and me. She was quite drowsy but in no pain. She kept repeating questions over and over. Amazing what drugs do to you. Beck and I left at 7.30pm and apparently Robyn slept well all night drifting in and out of a drug induced coma. The nurses woke her every hour to do observations. I was woken at 6am by a happy, coherent Robby who was in no pain. She w...