Didn’t David do a fabulous job taking the reins on the CaringBridge post? He’s done a fabulous job of taking care of me, too. Everyone says we’re the perfect match because our differences complement each other, and I couldn’t agree more.
He has been a calm, steady force holding my hand (figuratively not literally – I’m not much of a PDA- kind-of-person), and helping me through each day. Thank you, David. Words will never capture how much you mean to me.
When David last posted, the WIFI in our room went out just as he hit “submit,” and he lost a lot of what he wrote. I don’t know who else he was going to thank, but I do know he wanted to thank all the people who are praying for us and sending kind words. Both tremendously lift us up.
And we couldn’t thank Drew and Sam enough for driving 3 1/2 hours to see us in Knoxville before turning around to drive back home. Seeing Jack (and my son and daughter-in-law) is always the best medicine for me!
As far as medical news, I am generally comfortable so long as I don’t move around too much and keep my pain meds where they should be. I think we’re getting close to achieving those goals.
I slept really well last night and woke up to a tidy, straightened room. David seems to have acquired a nervous energy that has him cleaning and straightening up a lot. It’s great!
Anyway, as I was admiring the clean room this morning I kept being bothered by something stinking. Turns out it was me! This is a good thing, though. We really needed for me to get rid of some waste and were prepared to pull out the big guns (something called a steaming enema) this morning to make that happen. Nature handled the “big guns” work, so I’m free to write this post. Writing a post sounds better, don’t you think?
The nurses were so happy they were literally singing and dancing while they cleaned up everything. My room is so full of laughter and joy. What a blessing! And I have to brag on my nurses. They have been fantastic! In fact, all the people taking care of me here at Ft. Sanders have been fantastic. The food service guy delivers hot coffee, french toast and sliced strawberries for my breakfast every day. The french toast is not on the daily menu, but food service is happy to meet my request and always manages to sneak in a dessert to satisfy David’s sweet tooth.
I still have no use of my legs, but it’s not that big a deal. I couldn’t breathe well enough to walk very far, so I was using a wheelchair to get from Point A to Point B anyway. That said, it would be very helpful for me to have some control over my legs and torso so it’s easier to move when I go back home, which is where we plan to take me when I’m ready.
I keep telling everyone that despite the grim prognosis, I do not feel like this is the end of the road for me. When I think about things in the future, I truly picture myself as part of them.
For example, my mother and I volunteer with a first grade class at Belle Morris Elementary. Every year, we collect white elephant gifts from our friends and family. We use those to set up a “Gift Shop” where the students can pick out (at no cost) a present for their mom and/or grandmother. We then wrap the present for them to give at Christmas. They love it! Last year, one boy held his mom’s present to his chest and said, “This is the best day ever!”
Obviously, I’ll have to miss this year’s shop, which is scheduled for next week. When Mom and I were talking about it, I said, “Get Sally to help you. She’ll love it and…” I stopped my sentence short, but what I was going to say was, “She’ll love it, and maybe next year she and a friend can volunteer all year with another class and we can have two classes going.”
I don’t know why I stopped short. That’s exactly how I feel – like I’ll still be here next year; I’m not going anywhere until God is ready; and God isn’t quite finished with me yet. I win either way, but I do hate the thought of leaving family and friends behind.
- We get and keep pain under control (it’s getting much closer);
- My giant, bloated torso (I look at least 12 months pregnant) goes back down and I can get a little control over the muscles in my torso; and
- Everyone who enters my room experiences the bounty of God’s joy and peaceful presence.
Thank you, thank you for all the kind words, prayers, delicious food and support. My family and I feel the love, and we love you back!
Feeling the love,
Michelle (and David)