It’s been a couple months since I’ve posted on here.
Shortly after my last post, I received some rather
distressing medical news that sent me reeling.
The kind of news that puts everything else in life, on hold. All my life, my health had been something I
just counted on. So that day, in the Dr.
office, the news sent me on a bit of a tailspin. I felt perfectly fine and yet I wasn’t. Treatments began, and I began to feel
worse. The brave face was put on, but
life had shifted and I needed time to come to terms with it all. But time was not on my side. As the effects of the treatment worsen, I had
to finally pull the plug and beg for another course of action. Thank goodness I did. As treatments shifted and a new process
started, the diagnoses got worse and surgery became the necessary outlet. With less than a week’s warning, I was under
the knife for the first time in my life.
As I sit here recovering, I realize I’m still coming to
terms with all that has happened in a short amount of time I’ve had to
processes it all. While the prognosis is
positive that life will eventually return to normal, my recovery and post op
treatments will likely take well into the New Year to complete. In the grand scheme of life, this is really a
short amount of time; it still feels like an eternity for someone who’s never
had to deal with life altering restrictions.
My boy has handled it all with the love and grace I fully
expected from him. He has been a
wonderful life line, nurse maid, strong shoulder, errand boy, distraction,
entertainment and everything else I’ve needed from him. He has even managed to be as flexible as
possible to feed me pieces of himself when I was capable of taking it.
