A week ago, I went in for a CT scan to try to determine the cause of stomach pain I've been experiencing for about six months. That was the beginning of my lost week.
I missed school programs, church, and seminary graduation (although I did hobble in and grit my way through Veronica's piano solo of "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing" before heading home to a hot bath and my barf bag). I missed Joe's two highest-scoring games of his career. I missed the Cedar Fort Author Appreciation Dinner. I missed being available to help Veronica through a scary car accident. I missed a day I'd been planning to spend with my sisters helping my 8 months pregnant sister get ready for baby number 7.
Instead I spent the week having two surgeries, spending days in pain that is impossible to describe, spending an evening in the the ER, hours in a hot tub and days wrapped in an electric blanket. I kept down a cup of cheerios and two pieces of toast in four days and by yesterday I couldn't keep down a few ice chips.
But thanks to a good doctor, I'm on the mend today. Thanks to good nurses, I spent the last day in relative comfort. Thanks to good neighbors, my family got fed. Thanks to good family, I had tons of prayers on my behalf. Thanks to good kids, my house and laundry got attention. Thanks to my good husband, everyone got where they needed to be--including me.
I'd like to have that week back, but only if I could feel good and could be a part of all the things I missed.
It's hard to believe I could be robbed of so much by something as stupid as a kidney stone.