I know many of you that aren’t on my social media have been waiting on updates, and I’m sorry it’s been awhile. I need to teach my hubs how to post for me!
My first surgery went relatively smoothly. They were able to remove my gallbladder, and after some initial trouble getting me breathing on my own again I came back around and was able to breathe on my own with my normal oxygen and vent support.
Unfortunately during surgery they found my gallbladder had been backed up enough that stones were forced out a duct into my liver. The hospital I was at was not equipped to deal with that, so they packed me up in a mobile MICU ambulance and sent me to the bigger hospital in town, where I was taken back to surgery to clear out the tract and put a stent in my liver. This was a risky procedure, but was also a lot shorter, and they were again able to get me off the ventilator and breathing on my own once again. I’m so grateful for each of you that were praying for that for me; I truly believe God listened and showed me his favor through your faith.
The following days brought some pancreatitis as a result of the procedure. I wouldn’t wish that pain on anyone! I was blessed with frequent visits from good friends, which kept my spirits up, but made me long for home. With the days to Christmas growing shorter I was pressing my doctors to let me free. There always comes a point I get so desperate for home that I’d rather be miserable at home than miserable in a hospital room by myself.
I made it home on Christmas Eve, a wonderful blessing to be with my people in the comfort of home. I have mostly been in bed working on pain control and breathing, and my wing man has diligently been making sure to keep my tube feedings running, as my appetite seems to have left me somewhere along the way.
At times I get discouraged that I can’t jump up and mop my floors or pack up the Christmas decorations, and my mind starts running ahead of me too fast and wondering if my days like that are behind me. My kind Savior draws me back to His words though and promises to sustain me and my family in whatever capacity I find myself.
“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”
2 Corinthians 12:9 ESV