A couple of rough nites ... but God is good. Even in the worst of this post-op pain, I know God is with me, sustaining me with His Presence. There is NO WAY I could do this without Him!!!
I said in the beginning of all this that I was going to be honest - good or bad ... So, with that in mind ...
Night before last - horrible pain. Even the pain meds didn't bring relief anytime soon. Walk the floor. Try to find a comfortable spot in the lift chair Rick bought me before surgery. Listen to Praise and Worship music. Pray. Even surf the net. Nothing worked. Sigh. I cried out to Jesus ... felt so weak and weary ... felt so alone ... Finally, the pain meds kicked in ... and I slept a while.
Last night - hot flashes and night sweats, one after another. No relief. Plus, my incision was hurting. First time it has really hurt. There have been some twinges, but nothing like last night. Again, just could not get comfortable. Nothing seemed to work. And again, I cried out to Jesus. Only last night I didn't sleep. Got up and journaled, then surfed the net and thanks to a very dear friend - Sandy - I found "HysterSisters" .... so much info there ... and I am looking forward to getting to know the ladies there, sharing in this journey.
Mandy came by this morning - she has been a help to me. I thank God for her, and for her closeness to us thru this. She has been checking on me at night when she gets home from work, and in the mornings before going to work. Doing whatever I ask. :-) ...
Dessie calls everyday to check on me. She is such an encouragement to me. I know she is busy with her bunch, but she takes the time to check on us. :-) Her desire is to be here with me, but life just doesn't allow that desire right now.
What would I do without my girls??? O goodness! I love my kids!!!
Brooklyn stops here everyday when she gets off the bus to check on Grannee. She brushed my hair yesterday. Such sweet conversation as she did. Loving all my grandkids this morning!!! :-)
Rick has been good to me thru all this. He not only has taken me to every appointment without complaining - but he stayed with me thru the tests, thru the surgery, and while I was in the hospital. He has watched over me after getting home - not allowing me to do too much, being there if I need a hand (often) and when I need a hug (more often). To hold me when I cry (more than I would like to admit). I thank God for my husband. For with all his own health issues and concerns - he is taking good care of me.
So why "Scattered Feathers" ? ? ?
You can read it here