After a few false starts and even some tears, we seem to have a pain management plan that I can carry home with me. Jason and my father will be driving into the city tomorrow morning to pick me up and take me home to continue my recovery there. I am grateful for a little extra time here just to feel comfortable with the new meds plan while I have doctors and nurses within reach to answer my questions and keep an eye on me.
Since I was originally told to plan for a 10-day hospital stay, heading home on day 8 feels miraculous. I am also feeling a little more focused and able to reflect in this moment. ....at least I was, but then.... after just that first paragraph and a little breakfast, I completely "passed out" - not literally, but I fell asleep pretty hard before finishing breakfast.
I'm being encouraged to eat more. That might be easier once I am out of the hospital and have some more appetizing choices within reach. I never knew there was such a thing as bad ice-cream....that is an impressive accomplishment, to find an ice-cream I have no desire to eat. 🙄
Writing is a life-giving practice for me and I am eager to share my reflections. There may be more of those in the days to come but I am comforted by the words from my sister that she picked up living in Bali: "Slowly. Slowly."
Today I will dedicate my remaining energy to resting, healing, preparing to go home, and writing some notes of gratitude to the amazing team of care-givers who have accompanied me in this part of my journey.
If I don't find the energy to write some of my more reflective thoughts here in the next couple of weeks, you can expect an update after my oncology appointment February 9.
Learning what it means to rest in the bold confidence of God's care,
Dawn Noelle
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