Bless My Heart

the improvement of a southern girl


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One Week Post-Op

Thank you all for the messages and comments that were sent after my last post. They were all very encouraging “virtual hugs” that were much-needed and appreciated. I feel much better just getting the feelings out of my head.

The week has been slow, slow, slow. My pain medication makes me feel better than I really am, so I mess around and pick something up or clean something that I shouldn’t and BAM, back to the couch with an ouch! I’m learning and taking it slower. I try to take the dog on a little walk each morning. The first day we got about 100 ft. Today was the 3 attempt and we got about 2/10 of a mile. Ha! I start with great intentions, but then I feel my belly start aching and we turned around and head home like a barn sour horse. Looking forward to longer walks, though. I think that is key in a good recovery.

I am super excited about it being the weekend now. The Man worked hard all week long, so I was pretty much on my own this week. That was okay during the day, but a 4pm when the girls got off the school bus, it got real – real quick. Last night was a desperate supper of fish sticks and ketchup. Awesome for the girls. Not so awesome for me. We got through it though, and Jerod has promised to help me out as much as he can this weekend. Good man. ๐Ÿ™‚

Things to look forward to:

  • My sister (and BIL) is flying in tomorrow from Oregon. They’ll be here for a week. Whoop, whoop!
  • Cold front is coming in tonight. I expect to wake up to a little more Autumn-ish weather. Is it sad that I’ll probably go to bed early tonight just so I can get to my morning cup of coffee on the deck that much quicker?
  • One week closer to be done with recovery ๐Ÿ˜‰ I’m ready to get this behind me and go for a bike ride!
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The low place

It came to me today. The low place that I hadn’t quite reached yet.

It surprised me, because I thought I was past it. I thought I had accepted it.ย Then, a friend posted a picture of her new baby boy on Facebook. She has two little girls, like me, and was recently blessed with a son.

It covered me like a blanket, my grief. The pictures of the children I still wanted swirl around in my mind. We had names for them. The son, Michael Jonah, or the next beautiful girl, Stella Mae. We tried so, so hard for them. I would like to think that we are good parents. I would like to think that we have given Abby and Savannah a complete and loving life so far in their short lives. It took three months to get pregnant with Abby and only one for Savannah. Jerod held a baby on Christmas and looked at me with a longing smile and by the end of January I was pregnant with our youngest. I thought for sure I would have no problem having more. We waiting a little longer for the 3rd because Savannah was such a handful. It makes me wonder now if it would have mattered. I wonder if we should have stair-stepped them out and dealt with the stress of 3 young babies. At least then, I would have them all.

I feel incomplete.

We stopped trying in 2010 when I was diagnosed with melanoma. We didn’t resume until I was sure I wouldn’t have to undergo cancer treatments. We tried. Months and months. A positive test. So many dreams. So exciting. A miscarriage. So heartbreaking. A cyst. A surgery. Healing. Hope. Try again. Another cyst. Another surgery. All my chances are gone.

And now I am not whole.

I don’t know where to go from here. I feel like I am mourning a dream. I’m not 34 until the 27th of this month. Both of my sisters got pregnant for the first time in their late 30’s. Unwed teenagers get pregnant with unwanted children every day. Why is this my path? It’s frustrating and maddening and ultimately just sad. I’m sad.

Do I need a new hobby? Do I need a new puppy? Do I need to finally go get my horse ranch? Do I delve into fitness and become a triathlete? ย I have a void that I must fill.

I don’t want to be told to “be thankful that I have my two children”.

I don’t want to be told that “it’s God’s will”.

I don’t want to be told anything, really. I just need to speak my grief, so that I don’t have to hold it inside anymore.

 

***edited to say that once I posted this, I felt guilty. I don’t want special attention and I know that I am not the only one that has gone through this. I write through my grief with my blog. I don’t like talking about it. I write, and I feel better.


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The Long Road of Recovery

I’m here on the couch on my second day home from the hospital. We were released to go home yesterday morning. It is good to be home, but also, it creates complications. The real world is hidden when you are on a hospital bed, but comes crashing down around you when you are back home. The job of being a momma and a wife greets you at the threshold. Yes, I can be told not to worry about those things and to sit down and take it easy, but any woman that has assumed these roles in her life knows that it’s not as “easy” as that. I’m trying.ย 

I feel good until I feel horrible. The medicine makes me sleepy. I move around a little until I feel the freight train hit me. It reminds me that I’m good for nothing right now. My mom brought us lunch and some coworkers brought supper tonight. It’s such a blessing to have people help take care of my little family.ย 

The Man goes back to work tomorrow. I have four weeks to get myself to 100%. I guess I should start by going back to sleep ๐Ÿ™‚ย 

Goodnight!

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Words from the hospital bed

Well, I just lost my whole post that I just typed out with an IV stuck in my hand. So this one will be shorter ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

I am in my second day of recovery after having a supracervical hysterectomy. The cyst had the ovary twisted down and behind my uterus. It was all (to spare you the ugly details) “messy” in there. My doctor got the general surgeon to oversee the operation because the mess was all dangerously close to my bowels. The procedure ended up being about two hours long. Apparently I made it a fun morning for Dr. Wilson.

Yesterday was horrible. I was in severe pain that was not alleviated by the morphine pump, at all. By the early afternoon I asked for something extra and that helped a little. I slept well enough and having a much better day today.

I appreciate the friends that have checked on me and the family that is helping out with the girls, but I couldn’t have done it without this guy. I snapped a photo of him when he wasn’t looking.

This guy has bent over backwards for me these past few days. Helping me in and out of bed, retrieving this and that from around the room, sleeping in that little Lazyboy chair last night without complaint, and helping me with the shower this afternoon. I am thankful, beyond measure, for having this man to share with me in moments of ultimate joy… and these moments of humility and immense pain.

My first meal of solid foods just arrived, so I am going to go enjoy my supper. And then probably sleep. And sleep some more ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m here till tomorrow afternoon. GRMC room 242, if you are looking for something to do ๐Ÿ˜‰


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Waiting

Waiting on a hurricane, waiting on tomorrow. The storm should be in town just about the time I go under the knife. Trying not to linger on that thought. This is my last day with my band. I’m going to try to not stress out all day long and just accept the situation I’ve been given. I don’t want my beginners scared off because I’m freaking out about the mess in the room ๐Ÿ˜‰

On another subject… I continue to remain speechless over the reaction to my Why I’m The Band Director blogpost. I am touched that it has reached so many people (over 4k!), and honored that it continues to be shared. Thank you!


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Surrounded

A short post on what is going on…

Yesterday, my doctor and I decided that I needed another surgery to remove a fast growing tumor that is on my left ovary (the only remaining one). I will have another laparotomy to remove it and possible my entire reproductive system. This tumor will hopefully just be another benign serous cystadenoma.ย 

School starts on Monday.ย 

I will be out for at least a month.ย 

. . .ย 

I just wanted to write an update so I can sing praise of the amazing people that surround me as I go through this extremely disappointing, confusing, and trying time in my life. I know that the calls, texts, hugs, and condolences all come from a genuine place, and for that I am truly thankful. This will be my 3rd surgery within less than a 3 year time frame. I would have fallen completely to pieces if it wasn’t for my amazing support system of true friends and family.ย 

Thank you,ย 

Juli