I made it through everything and I'm back home. If you don't like details,

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ignore this. I'm sore and under orders not to lift anything or strain. People want to come and visit, but I want them to stay home. My house is a mess, I've been suffering since Christmas. People want to bring food, but I'm not on solid food yet. I'm thinking about maybe some noodles with butter or rice with butter or rice with olive oil. I like how I'm leaving the hospital and the nurse is yelling after me to remember to start with jello and lots of liquids. Nothing about how to transition from jello and applesauce to harder stuff. I don't mean to sound ungrateful to everyone who wants to help, but they send you home too early now, except that I prefer to sleep in my own bed. I think that helps a great deal. I think I get better with sleep, but I also need food and until today, I didn't feel like making any and my husband is great at making food that's good for him, but not for me. I was wondering if we even had jello as I was leaving the hospital. But we did have two boxes. I sent my hubbie out for some yogurt and some applesause, too. No straining includes not coughing, not straining to go to the bathroom, etc. So I coughed and set myself back hours in healing. I was back to bleeding like I had been a few hours earlier. Called the Dr. on-call for Urology and he told me not to beat myself up about it, but if it becomes worse to come in. Well, it became better, so I'm OK. I'm taking my inhaler every 4 hours now whether I think I need it or not. I'm blowing my nose every hour even if I think I don't need to and now I have a nose bleed, but at least that isn't making me cough. The operation went well, but they won't know anything for sure for a week yet. That's when all the lab results come back. I had dye and a kidney plus the tubs going down to the bladder tested, I had two tumors cut out of my bladder, I had chemo to kill any floating cells that might have detached. He took a little more than he thought was tumor to try to see if he went far enough down. I'm more sore where that idiot test was conducted than the bladder where stuff was cut out. I used to wonder how the kidneys could be in the back and the bladder in the front, now I can trace the kidneys and the lines all the way to the front and down to the bladder. When they had me go home, I was so weak, it was unbelievable. But I had a great night sleep. Actually, I've had 3, Friday night, Saturday night, and Sunday night. Tonight, I told my hubbie, when he gets home, I want to get into the bathtub, take a bath while he's home. Spunge bath was all I could manage, but I think with his help getting me in and out, I can manage OK. He only missed 1/2 a day of work for the operation because it was Friday afternoon. Thank you everyone for your prayers, I'm still here and I'm doing well. Getting a little better each day. Feel awful by nightfall. So hopefully, they got it all, otherwise, I have to have more surgery. Hopefully, it didn't travel to the kidneys. The good thing about the tubes from the kidneys to the bladder that it's a long way away.