This Healing Time | 15 Days

Prayers would be greatly appreciated that the apparent infection I have at incision site was caught early enough that it won't be a major setback. But I feel so wrung out, despite my temp being normal, I feel like I'm coming down with a fever. The home nurse came today, once-thought her last time, but she took one look at my incision and said, "Nope, not discharging you today, hun."
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It's been fifteen days since I came home from the hospital. My biggest anxiety pre-surgery was handling the pain. God's been good. My pain's been fairly minimal. But the utter lack of independence even for the most taken-for-granted daily details has what's been throwing me the most. The first week home was rough. But my family and friends and the nurse and physical therapist have all been so, so helpful. I can't even verbalize how grateful I am to all those, most especially my family, who've just been here for me and will continue to.

This healing time's been one with a lot of heartache. A lot of tears. Not from pain--never pain, which is all God. I had no idea going into this how the recovery and healing time would literally throw me into the arms of my Savior.
I have so, so much. So many blessings to count from notecards and movies and chocolate and a comfy recliner on the first floor, to my amazing mom who's been my rock and primary caregiver and tear-wiper through it all. 
But I also have a lot that's been stripped away. Words, even, have failed beyond Facebook posts and Instagramming. My favorite mode of communication. Of cathartic heart-sorting. I've been so zapped physically, emotionally these last two weeks of being home that even my last blog post I wrote took a lot of effort.

But God. Is good. SO good. All the time. And has dropped a fresh burst of inspiration into my lap for Amongst the Roses' sequel, A Rose Long Awaited. The novel I purpose to write the majority of if not finish it during this healing time.

Meghan M. Gorecki
Meghan M. Gorecki

Words, history, and grace color my days here in The Burgh where I seek out the perfect coffee and red lipstick.