Confluence Chronicles – Where City & County Meet 1-11-10 |

Confluence Chronicles – Where City & County Meet 1-11-10

Everyone knows that moms and grandmas aren’t allowed to get sick. After all they are in the “business” of caretaker for everyone else. Once in a while we all deviate from the rules. In my case it was for my first ever surgery.

I was ill for one week before my gallbladder was removed; from the tales I’ve heard I was lucky it was only seven days. The Thursday morning surgery was scheduled as a one day, in and out type so my cell phone or laptop stayed home. I didn’t get out until the following Monday afternoon, due to some complications. Thank you, God, for the knowledge you gave for antibiotics to be made, and the scientists who did the work. Without them, I wouldn’t be here today.

The stay was educational and restful. In fact, if it wasn’t for the occasional poking and prodding, it was like being in a spa. They waited on me hand and foot. I realize that phrase means little to most men and is a foreign experience for most women, but it was a most relaxing and welcome occurrence.

To allay the possibility of nausea, a “seasickness” patch was attached to my neck. It must have worked as that wasn’t a problem. I’d mentioned that I hoped I wouldn’t be cold after the surgery. They took care of that with a blanket warmed to 140 degrees. I requested one of those on several nights of my stay, just because it felt so good, and I was accommodated.

Once I got home the pampering continued. My daughter-in-law, niece and neighbors brought meals. My husband said we were eating better after my surgery than before and we were onto a good thing. I hadn’t much appetite but it surely kept him happy.

This was also a new experience for me. Now I know why it is so important to bring food in a case like this. I was physically capable of cooking (as was my husband) but since I had little desire to eat, I had even less desire to come up with a menu. I just drew a blank which made the brought-in meals even more welcome.

I went into the hospital at age 57 and was 58 when I left – not because I stayed so long but because my birthday came and went while I was hospitalized. I’m a bit wiser now, though, because of these experiences. We’ve often heard the phrase, “I am humbled” after a movie star wins some award and I never could understand what they meant, (if they even meant it at all). Yet, that would be the word I would use to describe how I felt after all of this. I’d always been a giver, rarely a receiver and never to this extent. I feel so blessed.

Blessings to all of you in this new year.

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