I have to say that getting through my operation and everything it has involved could not have been achieved without my cheerleaders. This post is a tribute to everyone who has made these past two weeks possible. By the way I am fine now. I was in bed for about three days, was fine on the weekend, and my mom left on Sunday. Then, wouldn’t you know, AF arrived on Monday and I was seriously paralysed. I had to go to bed I was so weak. I could barely make supper and was missing my mom like crazy. I was googling “period worse after laparoscopy” and yip, other people had the same bad experience. Oh well, by Tuesday I was much better.
Without further ado, here is my tribute:
- My dearest hubby, who has been paying the bills. I cannot thank him enough. Poor guy has been hit with some serious medical expenses lately. The good news is that we are just R700 away from closing in on our R10 000 self payment gap. He had three teeth pulled on Tuesday and it was his turn to be in bed. Thank you, B, for carrying this load and being my strength.
- My mother, who came all the way from Port Elizabeth to help out. She made food and ran around and looked after me. That kind of practical help and just having her around to chat to was just very valuable.
- My cell group friends who have been praying for me, my work colleagues, my friends who sms and bbm me to see how I’m doing, in other words, friends in real life! 🙂
- Internet blogging friends! Yes, you guys! I have to say I was so down at one point and it made me feel a whole lot better to just get on the computer, read people’s blogs and start commenting. When you read other people’s stories, it really distracts you from your own problems. You realise there will always be people with greater and lesser problems than your own. To honour you, I have finally figured out how to do a blogroll (thanks, babiesandus, for your help!). Plus all the nice folks leaving comments for me. Thanks, ICLW! It really is like a hug.I just want to share two very good posts I have read this week:Infertility and the Weight of Hope This is so very good. Rather expect the bad and accept it or else, as she puts it, “If you keep digging up a seed, it’ll never grow”.A Story Really excellent metaphor here (a garden) for moving on and having satisfaction in other things rather than focusing on the lack of kids.So I suppose you are wondering if I am nuts. I have a positive outlook, and things have a good chance to work. Well, I’ve already been through two treatment failures, and I really don’t want to go through the disappointment I went through last year. I would rather be prepared for the worst results so that if things go well, it’s a pleasant surprise.
5. Lastly, my furry friends. Milo, especially, could really tell something was wrong, and was attentive and concerned as a dog could be. The best was – he got on the bed – which he hardly ever does. I think he is getting braver.Really I couldn’t have asked for better support.