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.
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.
Comments
I'm so glad you are on your way back. Hopefully you will be available for all of the other important big events coming up, and hopefully you will be able to enjoy them as a healthy person.
Love you lots!
Hopefully your recovery is quick and you are back to doing all of things you love soon.
I don't know if you saw my response to your comment on my blog, but we'll be in Utah for a week in June. I'll be in touch!