The recovery room and I was just waking up when the surgeon stood there shaking his head and telling me how sorry he was but I had pancreatic cancer. I didn't realize then what a death sentence that really is. I didn't know my sister and husband had found out in the hallway while they wheeled me out still intubated. Or that they were out there crying. What the Hell! I rarely got sick...we eat healthy foods...ok I could exercise a little more...and I do like wine but...and I used to smoke but had quit 28 years before...The good thing was that the itching was from a blocked bile duct and the bile was under my skin and they fixed that with a stent while they were in there.
Anyway, we called the boys and said we would talk when we got home the next day because I didn't want them to find out over the phone. However, my Noah had already looked up enough on the internet that he knew. I was sorry we hadn't taken them with us. Adam was already living in Hawaii by then.
So...that was December 11, 2009. I remember it well. The best thing??? I'm still here.