After a pretty dramatic spring, I've finally now made "full" recovery. The surgery went a lot better than anyone could have expected, and there were no need for intensive care. That was a big relief, to wake up and understand that I was able to breath without any machines. But because of my good luck (which I'm known for), the last evening I had some trouble breathing, when my oxygen saturation went as low as 90. With a little help, everything were OK the next day, and after only 4 days I was lucky to get home (with the memory of being in the same hospital for 2 months in 2014, and 2 weeks in 2015). All good I thought, until... I got to my 1 week check-up. Where they found out that my esophagus was still fuxxed up. So, it took nearly 3 months to get the license to eat, which of one month even without drinking any water. So now I've been a happy-little-eater for a month. And life is good you must think? Well life is a bitch still, when you least expect it to be...