This may not look like much, but it’s a delicious feast after 3 days on ice chips.
These are my dinner companions.
I gave my husband the day off from hospital duty and the BFJ drove up from CT to spend the day with me, playing Skip-Bo, Mancala, and just helping me stay distracted and entertained.
From what, you ask?
It’s all bad news. My intestines are basically kaput. I’ve been scheduled for surgery ASAP, and on Tuesday, I become a lifetime Ostomate. It’s not what I wanted, especially now, but there’s no real choice, other than to keep suffering with broken guts. I’ll stay in the hospital until my surgery, then another week or more post-surgery until I’m cleared to go home, where I’ll be recouping for 6 weeks. All of our holiday plans have been cancelled, and most of my decorating plans are laid to rest for this year.
I won’t lie, it hit me hard, and I’ve had a few emotional breakdowns, but it’s time to put out my stiff upper lip (again) and carry on. Life is what happens to you when you’re busy making other plans. My body’s been trying to quit on me for years, so it’s time to go on the offensive. I can only hope this will give me back the control of my life I’ve been missing since last year. It will be a huge adjustment, for sure.
So I’m just focusing on getting through it and getting back to my home with my husband and dogs as soon as possible. Then, all will be well again. Different, but well.