"Strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar into 4 equal pieces- and then eat only 1 of the pieces."It's been 4 weeks since the surgery- wow! For a great portion of this time I've been incapacitated. I woke up, and thanked God (and almost every Centennial worker that came within 5 feet of me!). I talked on the phone, and texted, and facebooked like a completely coherent person. Don't take it personal, but I remember like zilch of any of that. The only reason I know this is because Nick has been kind enough to give me the rundown on my actions those first 2 weeks. Any other knowledge I have of said events is either in my phone or on my Ipod!
From what I remember of that time is that my husband is awesome!!! If I've ever worried about that man loving me, it's now an afterthought. If a man can sit there and tell you that you're even more beautiful than ever, while dumping out your drain tubes, and your hair looks like some sort of "Bride of Frankenstein" 'do, and your eyes are glazed over and you are probably drooling out one side of your mouth- he loves you for keeps! Sometimes it's hard for me to trust that someone, anyone, could love me for forever and all that that small word entails. Nonetheless, I now know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he loves me.
Also, I have a pretty great support system! Beyond Nick, there were family, friends and even strangers that offered help and support and prayers. For that, I am grateful. People at church that didn't even know me, prayed for me. People that I don't talk to on a regular basis, prayed for me. Friends that I haven't seen in years, helped me. Friends that I talk to sporadically, offered support. However, there is one little lady that deserves her own paragraph: Ashley Amann.
This girl woke up before daylight to be with me; simply because I needed her to pray with me. She could've stayed home and done it over the phone, but no. Not many of you may know this but I call her my "hetero-lifemate." She is the "silent Bob" to my "jay." She stayed by my side when it mattered. Not just that day, but every day leading up to that day. She taught me to have faith. She offered words of encouragement even if she had no idea that I was having a bad day. She reminded me daily of God's love. If it had not been for her, I don't know how I would've gotten through this. She is a living, breathing angel. I think her new nickname will have to be "my tiny mustard seed." lol.
Next, my medical team was/is amazing! If you ever go through this, I will be happy to recommend these guys! I've never felt more at ease about something and it's because they took the worry out of this equation.
My strength is slowly returning. My mind is clearer. Things are appearing to return to the previous state of normal. However, this journey is not over. It will be a few more months of the "waiting game" to have an end result. And that's okay. I ask for continued support and prayers for me and my family. And I thank each and every one of you for all that you have done for us. God bless and stay tuned...
