When I began this journey, I had no idea that it would be so difficult. At the same time, I believe in the magic of Christmas, and in God's healing hand. My hope is that I will be well again in time for the new year.
I spent Thanksgiving week in the hospital. I was sent there because I began to experience extreme pain at the original surgical site. While the doctors never did figure out why I had the pain, they did do a good job of managing the pain while I was hospitalized. Now that I'm home, I'm taking some pretty heavy duty pain killers. It's a miracle that I can think, let alone type. I'm also having a lot of nausea, probably caused by the pain killers. The Zofran I take for nausea works fairly well. In fact, I'm due for one right now.
I have been so blessed by my family, who has rallied around me during this trying time. Bob is in the process of filing FMLA papers to protect his job, since he has had to miss a lot of work. My mom and his mom have been wonderful, spending 8 hour days at our house whenever possible. They play with Zoë while I sleep.
I want to thank them for their constant love and support. And I want Bob to know that I love him so much. I could never survive this without him.
I am hopeful that things are going to quickly improve. I miss visiting my friends and going to work. My boss has been extremely supportive, but I really do need to get back there. I miss everyone so much!
The good news in all of this is that I am officially 40 pounds lighter! There's always a light in the storm.
Until next time,