Hi friends. Thank you for your continued prayers and thoughtfulness. It means so very much. I debated on whether or not to post today because, honestly, this has been a rough day. But I truly want to chronicle the highs and lows for anyone going through this after me. And believe me, there are some lows.
It’s been a full week since my surgery and each day brings about new challenges. I spoke too soon in my last post about not having nausea after surgery. Almost immediately after I hit ‘send’ on the last post, I began getting sick. And that lasted for two days. I couldn’t even hold a few bites of a bagel down. I decided to stop taking the heavy drugs as I think that was a contributing factor. And soon after that, the nausea subsided.
After jumping that hurdle, one of my drains (yucky tubes attached to get rid of excess fluid) became so painful that it brought me to my knees. Literally I looked like Jennifer Grey in ‘Ferris Bueller’s Day Off’ every time Trevor came near me to empty to my drains (which is approximately 3x a day).
I thought I was going to have to go to the ER it was so bad. Thankfully, Trevor helped me get the pain under control in about 30 minutes (I’ve never been so grateful to be married to a pain management doctor). Apparently the drain was sitting on a nerve which caused severe irritation. And that is putting it mildly. I’d have 10 more kids without an epidural before I’d sign up for that again. That pain continued each time I moved in just the wrong direction or shifted in my bed. It was simply excruciating.
Enter the miracle of the muscle relaxer. After taking one of those, it took me approximately 5 minutes to feel exactly like the bride in the 80’s hit, ‘Sixteen Candles’.
Suddenly, all was right in my world.
I went to my first follow up appointment with Dr. Potter (plastic surgeon) today and got two of my 4 drains removed. I was so happy to see them go. I’ll spare you the details, but it’s just not natural to have tubes coming out of your body. Dr. Potter thought I could have the other two removed by the end of the week, which is a huge prayer request!!
Trevor returned to work today after taking last week off, so Ashley came with me to my appointment. She was a huge source of support. If you’ve ever seen ‘Steel Magnolias’, remember the scene when Truvy (Dolly Parton) spins Shelby (Julia Roberts) around in the salon chair with her new short haircut and says, ‘ta da’ and Shelby has this expression?
Well, that was me when they took the bandages off of my chest in the office. Thankfully, Ash (in her best Sally Field voice) was right there telling me everything looked great and it was all going to be okay. I teared up but was able to regain composure quickly. Sometimes you just need words of reassurance after you get startled by your own body.
Couple all of the above with summer starting and me totally not being able to parent from my bed, and I’m afraid my children will resemble these kids by August.
All kidding aside, this was a really hard day for me. I hit a wall. Trevor went back to work, Kim flew back to Boston, my parents both have a nasty cold and can’t spend a lot of time around me for fear of infection, I’m in pain, etc. And lastly, I miss Jen. Every step of this journey reminds me of my dear friend. The hospitals, the doctors, the terminology, the stress, the pain, etc. I cried a lot and I held several pity parties today. But God continues to send encouragement through friends’ texts, calls, surprises at my front door, etc. He has blessed me with so many friends who, unfortunately, have walked this road before me and can hold my hand through the tough times. They truly are my inspiration. (Someone cue Peter Cetera please).
Until next time…much love to you all & make every day count,