First - THANK you for all your nice greetings and comments. It made me so happy to receive them.
I survived! It is still me who is writing at the other end. Sanne with the vintage sportscar and lots of shoes. But it has been tough. The first ten days have been ten days in hell. My fear that I would not tolerate the anaesthesia was true. I spend 24 hours trying to wake up, the next four days I vomitted (not good when your belly is cut open), thereafter I could not eat, and then I got constipation. Sigh!
But now I'm OK again. I sleep at night, eat normal food and pad around and tidy up after my men.
To top it all, my father in law died very suddenly the same morning as I was operated, so it has been a hectic week. DH missed me a lot and looked forward to having me home again, especially in our bed which seemed very big and empty. And when I came home, I vomitted all night and he ran down the stairs with the bowl. But he insisted that he was glad to have me home.
I have lived in a botanical garden with all the flowers I have received, my inbox and my cell phone has been flooded with sweet messages - so THANK you all for your nice comments. :)