Friday, April 12, 2013


Just a quick update from Vicodin la-la land. I'm told my surgery yesterday was a complete success, that my surgeon was very happy with how easy it went. He didn't have to replace my implant and didn't have to give me a drain (like I had after the mastectomy). He just re-sewed my incision from the inside out and bandaged me up. I'm not in too much pain because Vicodin is powerful stuff. Thank you all for checking in on me and sending love (and food!)

I've spent the past two days in yoga pants, mostly on the couch (they should be renamed "couch pants"), propped up with lots of pillows and drinking a ton of water. Chris' wonderful family and my dear friend Laura have swooped in to help me with Quinn, since I shouldn't probably drive to daycare on painkillers, nor wrestle with Quinn to change his diaper lest I pop another stitch. Chris gets home tonight, thankfully.

I am so lucky to have such wonderful people in my life, who will drop everything at a moment's notice to take care of me and our little boy. Thank you a million times over for being so willing to help us out. I hope I never have to return the exact favor, but I hope you all know if you ever need anything I will drop everything for you, too.

I remember seeing this quote from Mr. Rogers after the Newtown shootings, and it bears repeating: “When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, 'Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping,'" He continued: "To this day, especially in times of 'disaster,' I remember my mother's words and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers -- so many caring people in this world."

I'm not going to lie: I was pretty scared Wednesday night when my wound opened up and I was by myself with a cranky 2-year-old who wanted to be held, wanted me to bathe with him, wanted normal 2-year-old things that I couldn't provide. It certainly wasn't on the scale of what happened in Newtown, but in that moment, I was having my own minor disaster and there was no way I could have handled everything that needed to be handled on my own. Then my helpers arrived, my surgery went well, and it all seems manageable again. Crisis averted because of all the caring people in my world.

All of this to say that I'm okay, if a little sore, a little exhausted, and a little less cocky about how quickly I think I can recover from major surgery. I'm so very lucky to have the people in my life that I do. Thanks for being my helpers.

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