Hello dear readers,
I will try to write clearly here and update you on recent events. I’m still kind of wobbly and wish the pain killing drugs didn’t cloud my thoughts, but I will do my best.
Tuesday, Sept. 8, Emily took me to the Emergency Room at St. Elizabeth Edgewood. The pain I had in my abdomen had gotten to the point where I couldn’t function without stabbing pain that doubled me over. The doctor admitted me. Wednesday I had a cat scan again that confirmed I had a large hernia.
On Thursday, the 10th, one month until the wedding, the surgeon sliced me open like a fish to repair a softball sized hernia. In order to do it properly with the smallest chance of recurrence, he told us he needed to place a mesh over it, then cut my abdominal muscles on both sides to stretch them over tightly. Ouch.
After a week of really awful body responses to being sliced and diced, I was sent home to recover. I have two drainage tubes on either side of my gut that flows with deep rich blood. I have to have a clearer fluid before they are taken out. Please pray that happens within this week. I have a dress to be fitted.
I haven’t weighed myself since I got out of the hospital, but in the hospital, I think I lost about six pounds. I wasn’t eating very well or at all really.
Fred has been taking great care of me. Emily has too. Again, I am surrounded by fabulous friends and family who encourage me every day.
I don’t know why this “curve” has been thrown into my path. I only know that I am grateful to be alive and on a path to a happy future.