Surgery went well yesterday, it took them a little longer than expected. Got home around 3:00 pm and let me tell you having to climb up 17 steps was not fun but I made it. Had a friend take off work and he took really good care of me waiting at the hospital, keeping me calm, getting me stuff from the store and picking up my prescriptions. I really appreciate him. Sad that my mom wasn't make it but she had to work and they are short handed. I know she was praying for me. Was laying in the OR waiting for the anesteciologist to come in and all of a sudden my fears went away and tears started flowing. The first thing I said to myself is, "My mama is praying for me." That made me feel so much better, along with stopping and getting kisses from my boys before heading to the hospital. Well I am fixing to eat my strawberry yogurt, take a pain pill and go back to sleep.