My Birthday Boy

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Luke is 7 years old today. My miracle baby is SEVEN!

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Post-Surgery Day 6

Yesterday was post-surgery day 6. I did get a bath earlier this week, but haven’t washed my hair since the morning of the surgery. I’m not supposed to get the incision area wet, so it’s quite a challenge, and nearly impossible to do on my own. I had not expected to be able to wash it until next Monday after I see the surgeon for follow-up (note that is one day after my son’s birthday party).

So when my dear husband offered to wash it for me, I jumped at the chance (not literally of course, given my restrictions). So I washed myself up in the bathtub and then Mike came in and very carefully, yet thoroughly, washed my hair. When your spouse is willing to help you bathe yourself, it makes it crystal clear why your marriage has lasted as long as it has.

Party Planning

I’m still in surgery recovery mode, and still doing well. I’m not in much pain at all, with the exception of the sharp pain that keeps repeating in my ear. The pain meds keep it tolerable, and the nurse said it sounds normal, so I’m not too worried about it. Someone told me the other day that the pain means it’s healing. That doesn’t make any sense to me, but I’ll take it.

My son is turning 7 on Saturday. He is so stinkin’ excited. He’s been counting down the days for at least a week. Probably secretly even longer. We are having a simple party here at home. Since next weekend is Memorial Day weekend, and Saturday the kids have soccer games, Sunday is the day. And yes, I know that’s a tad ambitious given my recent surgery and the fact that I can’t really do much to help, but we wanted to give him a party, and we wanted it to be near the actual day of his birthday. So there it is. Someone called me a daredevil for having a party at home so soon after surgery, but the thing is, I’m not really doing any of the work! Mike is outsourcing the cake (which made me horribly sad at first when I realized I could not make what Luke wanted), and a friend of mine has insisted that she is coming over tomorrow to clean our house, and another friend volunteered to come up with games and keep the kids entertained at the party. Mike set the time of the party for 3 pm, so we don’t even need to feed anyone dinner. Just cake and ice cream. And if it doesn’t rain, the kids can all play outside, so we’re delegating the weather to God. Delegation! What a beautiful word. It’s a strategy I’ve used plenty in the past when I did a lot of volunteering, but don’t get much chance to use it now.

Fatal Sadness?

Can you die of sadness? It sounds utterly ridiculous when you just blurt it out like that. But when you are feeling sad, it can feel utterly overwhelming. And if it doesn’t seem to go away, it can build and build until it feels so strong that you just may not be able to survive it a minute longer.

Oh, that is so depressing. I have been feeling sad this past week, on and off, and I really HATE feeling sad. Scared or mad or exhausted I can do. Sad causes me to lose my bearings. Knocks me off my feet, so to speak. Makes me doubt my ability to “handle” things.

And then I pray. I give God my sadness, because I know He knows how to handle it. I don’t think He even wants me to handle it. He’s the pro, he endures the greatest sadness of all, every day. I just don’t know how He does it. So rather than try to figure it out, I just let Him handle it. And He does. In His miraculous, mysterious ways.

Post-Surgery Day 4

Eventually my daily posts will not be all about my surgery, but for now that’s all I’ve got.

Today I am feeling even better than yesterday. Still no nausea, some dizziness, and minimal pain (with medication). I am okay walking around, as long as I do it carefully. My balance wasn’t great to begin with, due to MS, but with inner ear disruptions it throws me way off – literally. I’ve bumped into the wall on several occasions the last few days. Couple that weeble-wobble body with my swollen ear and goofy one-sided, crooked glasses. I’m a sight to see, that’s for sure. 

Today I spent the morning with my dear friend, Sarah. She kept me company and then made me the most delicious grilled cheese sandwich with tomato soup. Cheddar cheese, whole grain white bread, and Progressive tomato soup with chunks of real tomato. I’m still remembering the yumbly in my tumbly an hour later!

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Post-Surgery Day 3

I am feeling wonderful! This is surprising, given the fact that I haven’t bathed since Friday morning, and I have a gnarly stitched-up hole in my head. I will not be posting photos, but just try to imagine. My right ear is still swollen and the right side of my glasses has been removed, so as not to rest on the incision. So here I am, with a fat ear, jacked up glasses, and a goofy smile. The journey continues!