I might need to stop pushing myself so hard! I'm just so ready to feel better, that I'm having a hard time with the healing part.
But this too shall pass...
We went over the pictures from surgery, and he explained all the places that had been “covered in disease”. He truly believes he got it all though, and for me; that is an amazing thing to know. He said that in looking at the reports from my last two surgeries, I’ve never really been all the way cleaned out. He’s hopeful that within the next few weeks I am going to feel better than I have in the last two years.
And as far as I'm concerned; no better words have ever been spoken.
He was also adamant that we will keep monitoring me from Alaska and that if there is any reason to believe it’s come back, we will go in again. Obviously that is the last thing I’m hoping for, but just knowing that the option is there if it’s needed means a lot to me.
For now though, I just need return home and go back to living my life. My soon to be pain free life.
I’m not even sure what I’m going to do with myself! I honestly cannot even remember what pain free felt like!
I did switch tonight’s flight to tomorrow; hoping for one more good night’s sleep. I’ve gotten a little more mobile every single day, and am definitely counting on feeling even better tomorrow. Still not good enough to navigate an airport (which is why I called ahead and requested wheelchair services), but good enough to hopefully sit upright through the two flights it takes to get home.
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I’m a little embarrassed about needing assistance to get through the airport, but I know at this point that if I wait until that’s not the case… I’ll be waiting a while. I just can't imagine walking through an airport right now, or putting my baggage in overhead bins. And I really just want to get home and to my own bed at this point. I’m also anxious for my dad and SIL to be able to do the same. I love them so much for being here, but I feel awful that they’ve been cooped up in a hospital or hotel room with me this entire trip.
Seriously – my dad has become an Angry Birds addict. It’s not healthy!
So yeah, that is the plan thus far. In a few hours my SIL is going to help me pack up the few belongings I brought along with me on this trip, and then we’ll all head to bed early. Tomorrow morning we’ll get up and eat and then they’ll bring me to the airport where a flight attendant will meet me with a wheelchair and take me off of their hands. I’ll then begin what is likely going to be one of the less comfortable flights of my life, but once it’s over – I will be able to crawl into my warm and comfy bed in Alaska.
And that is something I am more than a little excited for!
I’m thinking I’m still not going to be ready to head back to work on Monday as originally planned, but we’ll play that one by ear. My boss has been incredibly flexible with me, so I’ll just need to let her know where I’m at and how I’m feeling and then we will figure it out from there.
For now though, I just need to get on a plane tomorrow morning.
The rest will all work itself out.
And before I know it, I am going to be up and kicking. New and improved.
Stronger, better, and more capable than I have been in a long, long time.
I seriously cannot wait!
