Inspiration, Renewal, Beauty, Love
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I’m at home now. The stent was place perfectly. Best outcome ever.
Now I have about four weeks to wash the Avastin out of my system before I can have surgery to remove the part of the intestine that’s bad. Hopefully they can just cut out the bad part and sew it all up.
For now, I’m blissed out on simply being home and having my family around me.
Hugs,
Jennifer
Little J stopped by the hospital this morning with a pink potted geranium and a happy mood.
I gave him so many hugs and kisses to last him until I will see him in just over a day, at the soonest.
He left me with gorgeous grins and laughter to take with me under the anesthesia in about forty minutes.
Hugs,
Jennifer
I woke from a nap in the hospital this afternoon to Little J showing me his trophy and certificate from the T-Ball celebration.
His eyes were so tired. I could tell he just wanted to be at home. Me, too.
Tomorrow I’m going to have a stent put into my intestine where it’s clogged. It’s a tricky procedure, so send your prayers at 11:00 am.
I’m hoping to be in clear liquids by noon and to have my belated Mothers’ Day latte and croissant Monday, late morning, from my own bed.
Hugs,
Jenn
Here’s a pic of a double rainbow over Sugartown. It’s where I want to be so badly right now.
I so would rather be at home for Mothers’ Day weekend than here in the hospital.
I was admitted Thurs for that intestinal blockage that won’t leave me alone. This time we need to, “do something about it.” Probably a procedure for now and a surgery soon.
We’re waiting for the doctor to come in and let us know. It’s looking likely that I’ll be spending Mother’s Day here.
Will update soon,
Hugs,
Jennifer
I woke at 6:30 with a migraine. Sometimes epiphanies come with headaches. I couldn’t open my eyes, but shortly after, Little J, on instinct(?) crawled into our bed, wedging between Dennis and me.
As his little arms wrapped around me, his hands softly petting my shoulders, the pain didn’t budge, but all of my focus went to the little pads of his fingers, their potent tenderness.
Dennis scooched in and wrapped a strong arm over both us. Then Virgil settled into the top of the pile. Nothing moved but our breathing bodies and J’s gentle pets on my arm.
I learned how early it was when I asked for some coffee and Excedrin a bit later. Dennis obliged and also called Kim who was able to move my Avastin appointment to eleven. The dears.
My headache was gone by the time the boys snuggled back in after breakfast, waiting for the daily Virgil story. With an icepack to the noggin for good measure, I whisked us away to the land where that cat gets up to crazy adventures. Soon after, we were all starting our days feeling fine.
I say it time and again, but it’s true. Without the love of this family, I would be dust. Their hearts and the love of my dear friends, my mom, dad, and brother, is what keeps me going. We have survived hell time and again. And I’m not even talking about the cancer. I mean the likes of which make this disease seem feeble.
But we choose love, because that’s where life is.
If you are bitter and complaining because you feel like you don’t have enough, or others aren’t giving you enough, steer clear of me. If you lash out at people around you because you feel victimized or stressed by something you brought on yourself, steer clear of me. If you choose to see what’s wrong with every day when you have sweet little fingers reaching for you, needing you to be happy, steer clear of me. If you walk around with a scowl on your face, my door is not open to you.
This is new for me. My heart is open to all, but my physical space is open to people who put positive energy into the world, who feel what’s good and celebrate it. This is a new boundary for me and it gets enforced. Starting now.
Here’s to more moments in the garden with friends, more laughter, and yes sorrow, because that’s life. But always a willingness to see the good. I can feel those tiny fingers on my shoulders now, as the Avastin goes in and the space around me has more place to breathe.
Hugs,
Jenn
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