Today was full of little things that meant a lot: Ditched the chest tube, made the beds, wrote Valentine cards, consulted with doctors and learned they're planning the esophagram Tuesday, walked all the way out of the hospital to the mailbox and convenience store, washed a week worth of laundry (one load), did a random act of kindness, Skyped with home, had an enormously healing chat with Susan the social worker, was delighted to run into and be given a sticker by little Twisha Makwana, and spent hours upon hours with cartoons and snuggles holding my little girl for the first time since surgery, as she smiled and giggled softly, sometimes sweating and trembling with morphine withdrawals, often cuddling closer into me. I'm dropping into exhausted sleep feeling full of joy and purpose and gratitude tonight.
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