I am inclined to wonder how prevalent a wildflower must become in order to be classified an invasive species, such as spotted knapweed, purple loosestrife, garlic mustard, etc? These beautiful oxeye daisies carpet the U.P. for the next two months or more and are certainly not on the list.
My son, Eric, left this morning for his home in Farmington, MI., after being with me from my surgery to this point. He was a huge help, even if I did keep him having to police me for doing things that I should not be doing during my recovery. His wife, Juilie, who is in the final stages of her urology residency, has an opportunity to be a part of a pretigious urology/oncology training in Buffalo, NY, such that it appears likely they will be selling their home and moving there for at least the next year. They both would like to settle in the Grand Rapids area when all is said and done.
I am not a patient person for healing or sitting back and "taking it easy", as the euphemism states. The Thoracotomy put a ten inch diagonal slice that runs from my right side (about ten inches down from my armpit) angling gradually upward towards the middle of my back. Aside from bruising and the ridges created by joining flesh, the wound looks like it is maintaining integrity and beginning the healing process.
The pain Rx works well, but I have discovered that missing a dose via sleeping makes for a rough morning, so as in the hospital, I am sticking to a four hour administration schedule. It is so nice to be able to lay in my own bed without the interruptions of hospital staff all night long. Benny is content just to snuggle in his old spot behind my legs. Going to go for a short drive towards the lake, see what is blooming, and grab some volunteers to be photographed in the studio.