June 20, 2016

A Bittersweet Healing Time

So my first six days being a "bionic" woman have been rough.
Increasingly easier pain-wise...and harder in many other ways.
Take a look at my gorgeous mother. More people than not thought we were sisters. And that I was fourteen.
My surgery was started late, but it was successful. I even had a robot operate on my left hip socket! I got home mid-afternoon the next day, twenty-four hours after I was taken back to the OR. And as my doctor warned me--the first two days were really painful. I had an increasing low-grade fever that got up near the "danger-zone" number, a lot of tears and worries over if the entire recovery time would be this difficult.
But for God. I am thrilled to report that my pain is way down, I'm successfully doing toe-touch weight bearing and my incisions are perfect, home PT is ridiculously simple but going well, and I am well on my way. 

Two days after my surgery, a dear Titus 2 friend/woman of faith "on call" came over to sit with me, we watched A League of Their Own, and my mom went to visit her father, my Zedoh, at hospice. One last time, as it turned out. A little before midnight this past Friday, the man I share a birthday with, my Zedoh, passed away peacefully after this last month/two months of a swift decline due to multiple strokes and congestive heart failure. We knew it was coming the entire week of my surgery, that his time was short, and made our peace--the peace that passes all understanding and comfort through so many dear people has just enveloped us all these last few days.
He is no longer suffering, and went peacefully knowing how loved he is. Prayers would be so appreciated for my family and I especially this week as we remember him and lay him to rest.

And this guy. My hardworking Dad. 
Just wanted to give him a shout out for all he is, all he's done.
Recently he bid a "new job" (same place, different department in the borough) and it is just the biggest blessing. It is easier on him in every way, and he is a changed man. This past year his physical strength in all the help I've needed, as well as his strength through trials and his tender heart have been such a needed bolster to me during this last incredibly tough year. I am so grateful to God to have this wonderful guy as my Dad, and to remember what wonderful, loving grandfathers I have, two of whom are no longer with us.
The Lord gives and the Lord takes away.
Blessed be His name.