One of the commenters thinks that I may be lying about the cancer:

My mother had ovarian cancer and she most certainly wasn’t returned home from hospital as quickly as Michelle.
And there’s no way that my mother would have been able to type on a computer when she got home. She was in so much pain that she could barely breathe. I call shenanigans.

The reason I can type on a computer is that I’m on some really great painkillers (oxycodone) and a laptop. When I first came out of surgery, I couldn’t even let my daughters, husband, parents and in-laws kiss me because I was in so much pain, I told them “No touching.” I could barely talk because the pain was so great. When they moved me from my gurney to the hospital bed, I whimpered, “Pain, no pain, please.” I was in such excruciating pain I didn’t want to be moved to my bed. The entire time I was in the hospital (except for the last day) I was hooked up to a morphine drip that dispensed morphine every time I hit the button (but I had to wait 10 minutes between shots). The first night, I was sleeping in ten minute intervals because the pain was so bad it would wake me up and I would have to hit the button to get relief.
The day after surgery the doctor came into my room and told me I had to get up and sit in a chair for 20 minutes. So, my nurse got me up out of bed when I was ready (after a day of visitors and sleeping through most of their visits). By the evening I got up out of bed and sat in the chair and remained there longer than twenty minutes because the nurse had trouble changing my morphine drip. She had trouble figuring it out and then she dropped it on the floor. When I finally got my morphine, I was so happy!

Every time I got out of bed to go to the bathroom (which I didn’t do until Wednesday), or sit in the chair or walk down the hall, I gave myself a shot of morphine so that I could handle the pain.
When we left the hospital my pain medicine had worn off and I was in pain every time we hit a bump. I finally felt some relief when I laid down on my couch where I’ve been sleeping since my husband and I have a waterbed and I knew I wouldn’t be able to get in and out of bed without pain and I wouldn’t be able to sleep on the bed without moving and more pain.
When I first came home from the hospital, my husband had to help me get off the couch, he had to help me get back on the couch by putting my feet up for me. I couldn’t sit up without a bunch of cushions behind me. When I went to the bathroom, I would walk around the house a couple times to get my strength up. I finally was able to walk without much pain and then I was finally able to walk upright. It took me all week to get to this place. I worked very hard to build up my strength so that I could sit with my laptop on my legs in the middle of the night (I can’t sleep some times because of the pain I’ve been having because of the build up of gas — a side effect of the surgery, I decided not to post about this to save you guys from some of the more yechy details of the surgery — the ones my kids would say was TMI 🙂 and blog.
But if you guys need proof that I’ve really had surgery, let me know and I’ll take a picture of my scar (part of it, not the whole thing) and post it. Though, I’m sure that those who know me in real life can verify that I actually have cancer.