Remember the implant I told you about? The one that was slowly migrating south and ignored my whispered pleas to stay put? Well, it had to pay for its rebellion and has been replaced with a brand, spankin’ new one. This exchange happened yesterday and surgery went really well.
I was completely covered in prayer, I know this by your comments here and my guestbook comments at my Caring Bridge site. Boy, did I feel those prayers! I woke up in the morning with no apprehension, and had complete peace and even joy all day. Such a crazy feeling. So very cool.
My Todd, Mom & Dad all kept me company before surgery. My loves.
It was all so familiar:
blood drawn in arm, I.V. in hand, paper gown, silly socks, silly hat, sexy compression stockings, a bazillion questions and signatures, kind nurses, capable doctors, sweet anesthesiologist, a ride to the surgical suite, a transfer to the surgical table, arms stretched out and strapped down, my body in the shape of the cross that brought thoughts of my Jesus, drugs to bring a deep sleep, the question “are you feeling that yet?”, asleep and awake before I can answer, a moan from me, a question from her “how is your pain?,” my not- so- familiar answer
“I have none.”
This was the first time I woke from surgery and didn’t need any morphine or additional I.V. pain meds. How cool is that? After crackers and apple juice, my mom helped me dress and before I know it we are on our way. We stop at Bread & Cup for a vegetable soup and sandwich to bring home. My mom made her famous Sloppy Joes which delighted my kids who ate 2 sandwiches each! My mother-in-law, who saw my girls out to and in from school, joined us. She then gave my girls a ride to a skating party, and I was left in a quiet house to rest.
Really… a great day. How strange. Sometimes God is. I love it when He takes something that one might usually dread, mix in His supernatural peace and gifts, and makes it something beautiful. You asked Him this for me and He answered “Yes.”
Right now it is 3 a.m. and sleep just won’t come. My throat is sore and I feel like I was punched super duper hard in the chest. They cut through my chest muscle and stitched ‘myself to myself’ to create a new “fold,” so I am quite swollen and sore. Ice packs help. It is only painful when I move, so I am practicing stillness. This physical stillness brings on a beautiful spiritual stillness. I am being still and knowing that God Is.
God is God.
God is great
God is present.
God is good.
God is love.
God is always.