Three weeks out

Three weeks out from my surgery today.  Somehow I'm not where I had hoped to be, but here I am.  The best news is that God is on His throne and reigning.  And that is closely followed by Tim and Nikki and Emma bring here for the weekend  They loved and served us, kept company and cried and laughed with us.  It was a healing visit! But now my house seems so quiet...

Today may be my first day without a pain killer other than ibuprofen... although it is not bedtime yet.  I still deal with pain and stiffness, swelling and fatigue.  And there is just something wrong when your "normal" bodily functions take so much time and attention.  But I guess the good news is that there are normal functions going on, and I am healing well.  I am just recovering slowly.  I still do not have the focus to read, so I'm thankful for Netflix Instantview. I walk and eat, and for the past several night have slept all night in bed, able to lean on both sides- a huge accomplishment after weeks of sleeping on my back or in a recliner. And I can now regularly walk for 30 minutes with little or no discomfort. Thank God for these steps of progress!

The instant-menopause thing has difficult days, and better days.  I know the hot flashes, night sweats, and mood swings will mellow over time.  And I am just glad that I have a husband I can trust, and God's grace and my experience to tell me that when my emotions tell me the world is ending, it is likely not, and I don't have to find any reason for it.  I can just cry until I'm done crying, and move on.

So, Gentle Reader, healing is coming on slowly and steadily.  But there is much more ahead of me.  More than I thought there would be.  Or at least it seems so now.  I am looking forward to that day when I can say, "Hey, today seemed like a normal day!"