This is when I usually tell you what to look for in Max tomorrow, however, I have been home all week (and hopefully all next week too) recovering and healing from surgery on Friday. So, I can’t really tell you about Max. You will have to find out what’s in it when I do. I am sure they have been working hard on it though.

Since I can’t talk about Max, I can talk about other stuff. I was sent to Pitt Memorial Hospital in Greenville for my surgery because I had a rather large softball-size cystic mass on my right ovary. Apparently, it is safest to let a doctor more knowledgeable about cancer to do the surgery just in case. You never know for sure if it’s cancerous or not until the surgery happens. Fortunately, it was definitely NOT cancerous. So, that was some good news.

I must say that my experience at Pitt Memorial was wonderful. Well, as wonderful as it can be being in a hospital. For those who haven’t seen it, the hospital is huge and so clean and beautiful. The nurses were all great. The doctors were plentiful and incredibly smart. There were a lot of medical students around too, since ECU is a big medical university. That was cool. They are learning from the best.

And when I went into surgery, I was totally impressed with how the whole system just flowed like a well-oiled machine. They were organized and kept my parents informed at all times of where I was, or at what point I was at, during and after surgery in recovery. They gave them a beeper and my doctor called upon them when the surgery was done to tell them how it went. They also checked in with them while they were in the lounge waiting, and asked if they wanted the nurse to find out how I was doing. It’s a wonderful hospital. If you ever have to go there, I would not worry at all. You are in awesome hands.

My all-liquid diet kind of sucked Friday after my surgery, but that’s the way it goes. They wouldn’t give me anything but soda, which I thought was cool. After surgery around your stomach is probably the only time they won’t give you water and will only give you soda. Apparently, somehow water may make you nauseous. The food wasn’t very good but let’s face it, nothing is perfect. At least I got some chocolate ice cream.    

They had me walking by Saturday (which hurt like @*@@!, but it was good for me) and out by Sunday.

So, I am one ovary and a softball-size cystic mass short. Maybe I lost that extra pound I wanted to lose. Now, I have to deal with my dangerously-high blood pressure, which is probably why I am not at The Daily News right now.