I've finished a new first in my life: my first major surgery. Last Wednesday, May 12, my surgeon replaced my nonexistent left hip with a fancy titanium replica. I kept busy busy busy in the month prior to my surgery to avoid thinking about the fact that he would be slicing through my thigh muscles, sawing off my bone, screwing in the prosthesis and sewing me back up again. Actually, the fact that they were going to poke my spine with a needle prior to surgery bothered me more; however, they had assured me that I could receive anti-anxiety medication--not in the parking lot, but shortly thereafter. I took them up on that.
Everything has gone more smoothly than I could have ever planned or imagined. I always thought I had great friends and family, but now I know without a doubt. Carl's sister, Mary, arranged for all of his other sisters to provide casseroles, then insisted that she come and stay with Carl and the girls while I was in the hospital. I had planned to have the girls ride the bus home and wing it until their dad returned from work. Mary's plan was much better.
Mom stayed with us Saturday and Sunday. While she was here, she weeded my flower beds, sprinkled them with Preen and planted impatiens.
I have had an ongoing debate/discussion with the same Jehovah's Witness for several years now. Would you believe they brought my family supper and a rose bush?
My fellow Sunday School teachers also provided me with a yummy spaghetti dinner and great conversation.
I'm still eating the candy bouquet given to me by my friend & librarian (and fellow library board members).
I made arrangements to have Hannah ride the bus home from school this week, as they tend to frown on narcotic-high mommy drivers. Yesterday Hannah insisted to the bus driver that she was supposed to get off at her classmate, Sean's house, which she has done twice before, even though I had told her that very morning NOT to. I received a phone call from Sean's mom yesterday afternoon: "Do you know where Hannah is?" Of course, the answer to that question is no 85% of the time.
"Well, she's supposed to be on the bus coming home." Then it dawned on me. "Did she get off at your house?" Sure enough, she had. Natasha not only kept Hannah for the next couple of hours, she offered to do the same for the rest of this last week of school. Bliss.
I could go on and on. Carl and I have received many phone calls and offers of help. Katie and Hailey have been fantastic. Sheri brought over "Happy Hip Cake." Several people visited me in the hospital.
I am truly blessed.
