It’s been about a week and a half since surgery and every single day feels better. It’s a daily lesson to take things slowly, refraining from pushing myself so that I don’t set myself back.
The gift of all of this time has been the surrounding community offering prayers and words of encouragement. Opening my inbox or logging into Facebook offered a distraction from the surgery. I could feel the love and support despite the distance between all of us. Our families came to fill our fridge and freezer with food, clean, and enjoy time with our son. We’re still working on digging ourselves out from under all of the comfort food!
I cannot say enough, “Thank you!” Thank you for the prayers and thoughts sent on high on our behalf. I am grateful for those not only caring for me, but for my whole family. I’m finding that I am not just on the mend from the cuts of surgery. We’re all on the mend from the twists and turns that cancer has given us. Some days are easier than others, the unknown becoming more expected than the planned. I never would have expected to have gone through so much in the past six months, yet I trust that each day brings another step toward healing and wholeness.