The Best Place To Be

Yes, I am home. I am recovering thanks to pain pills, antibiotics and nausea medication, and a mom who never tires of spending days caring for her grandchildren and me. I am exhausted and in pain. But I am home.

We still don’t know what culprit caused my infection. It could be any number of things, and it could happen again with something as simple as a hangnail or with forgetting Bella’s too heavy and picking her up with my right arm. It just doesn’t have what it needs to fight off germs or infection or trauma. It is just one more thing to add to my “new normal”…

Spring Is A Promise

Spring is a promise
in the closed fist
of a long winter. All
we have is a raw
slant of light at a low
angle…

These are the first few sentences of Luci Shaw’s poem, Spring Is A Promise. Monica begins her post with Luci’s beautiful words and then she writes the struggle of her heart and mine in her words that follow. In my heart and body weariness, I will let her words speak for me today.

Is spring really coming?

The Grand Exit

I imagine we were quite the sight to behold as we made our grand exit from the hospital. I rode like a queen in my wheelchair with my mad scientist hair and too short fleece pants, clutching my gorgeous roses from Monica, my face still splotchy from my sobfest on the phone this morning with Beth. Bella proudly pushed the wheelchair, sharing the handles with the sweet aide who’d spent hours over the past three days in my room chatting with me, her red curls bearing the windblown look of chaos.

As of Friday night…

I left Angie a little while ago, tucked away in another hospital bed… word is that she’s likely going to be there for another day or two. It’s good to know she’s being cared for, but very hard on all of us to have her away again. Today a specialist came to take a look and seemed pleased with her progress so far, and blood work showed that the infection hasn’t spread to her bloodstream. That’s very good! She is in pain and feels pretty rotten, and didn’t get much sleep last night. Today they moved her roommate though, so hopefully she’ll be able to rest tonight.

Oh Where Have You Been?

I’ve had several of you mention how little I’ve been on lately… so here’s the scoop. The very short version.

Spent two days in bed.
Thought I had the flu. High fever. Aches.
My arm began to get red streaks all over it (this would be the arm from which lymph nodes were removed during my surgery)
Saw doctor.
Am in hospital.

I have a skin infection in that arm that can’t clear up on it’s own because there is no lymphatic system to fight the infection. I am running a high fever, taking IV antibiotics and should hopefully go home Saturday or Sunday.