It has been a full week since my exploratory surgery. Dr. Roses said they would have my pathology reports within a few days. I am ready to hear answers and make some plans. When it comes to my cancer, patience is not one of my spiritual gifts.
On the day of surgery, I felt pretty good. A few Tylenol kept the pain at bay. I slept the night away. Wednesday found me home alone. The house was just the way I like it, still and quiet. I was focused on resting and recovering. Thursday, it felt like the bottom fell out of everything. I was hopeful this was nothing more than “the third day is the worst” being realized with my recovery. Friday morning, I woke up a new person and headed off to the office by mid-morning.
A GOOD DISTRACTION
I was distracted most of the day, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. We had a great conference centering around the issue of Substance Use Disorder and the role Faith, Hope, and Love plays in recovery. While I was not functioning at one-hundred percent, I was present and able to participate. [Read more…]