During the last months of 2005, my dear Dad was fading after years of struggling from several strokes, and passed away. I was in great need of doing another gallbladder flush, but decided to wait. Dad passed away on October 19th of 2005. Then there was a period when I was just...numb, I don't know how else to describe it. The last years had been difficult, and so was his passing, and even though I was so thankful his suffering was over and he was safely home with his Savior in heaven, it was so hard. I now know, after the loss of my brother and my husband in the years since I first wrote this post, that the numb feeling and all that followed are a natural part of grief.
So the doctor comes in, checks me, takes me for an ultrasound which shows gallstones...less than before the flushes, but still enough to be "a pain", and they gave me Demerol for the pain. Phew, what a relief. He says "so, do you want to get it out"? I looked sheepishly over at my husband, and knew my answer had to be "yes, if I go home I'll never come back". So that is what I said.
12+ years later in the Fall of 2018 and I'm still doing well.