These two have been my constant companions. Friday night, they snuggled on Superman's side of the bed, not wanting to disturb me, but sensing it was where they were supposed to be.
Just the night before Colton had come into my room wanting to talk about my surgery.
"Did they find bad cells in your tummy they are taking out?"
"No, no bad cells. We're taking out the part that helped grow you into who you are. Since I have the two most perfect boys, I don't need those parts to grow more babies- you are it!"
"Ah" he says. "So do you have bad cells any other place?"
I try not to sigh too loudly, or pause too long. He is so astute- he will interpret the subtlest nuances.
"Well, I do have some in my lungs."
"Oh… so you do still have cancer."
He nods his head solemnly.
I've said enough.
He's heard way more than enough.
I remember to thank God again, for the gift of coming home to be right where I am supposed to be.
We both sleep peacefully late into the night.
In case you need a laugh…
Two things that helped me immensely Friday night. The addition of ibuprofen in between my pain meds, and this Ice Bag. The pain meds most definitely have an effect on me.
I have quite a lot of bloating and swelling around my midsection- you could argue I look 4 months pregnant or so.
So it made complete sense when I was handed this ice bag at discharge time. I quickly skimmed the label…
YEP! That was the perfect one for me!!
I fell asleep with the large ice bag on my large tire and it helped ease the discomfort for hours.