Bob here again...this time reporting from across the hall.
A funny thing happened on the way to the airport to catch our plane back to Bristol Bay. We popped in for a quick post-op appointment with my surgeon who called for the golf cart and had me driven to admitting. I had one night of freedom. We had to quickly change our flight, extend our rental car agreement, notify our family and Margaret's principal, all-the-while keeping a pillow firmly pressed against one of the six incisions.
We don't know exactly what happened but it sounded like the wrong area got tattooed during the colonoscopy and the lab said the polyp was not removed so they are going in again with open surgery at 11:30 a.m. Thursday.
Thank you for your prayers.