Healthy greetings to all from the reluctant star of the blog.
Keep those comments, emails and thoughts blastin’ down here because they sure are working. No matter how terrifying the pain, current procedure, future speculation, what ifs, your love and care for me allowed me to find the courage not to succumb to the panic nor any negative thoughts what so ever. That path only led to disaster. Thoughts of all of you helped me to get through a minute. Two minutes. Enough minutes that whatever was happening was over, if only for the moment. I must say that I never knew that I had the stuff it takes to move through the other side of something like this. So I thank you all from the bottom of my heart.
There is a better and better chance that I will be released tomorrow, with a return to Albuquerque possibly as early as next week. Wow. The concept amazes me. I have an odd relationship between the sick me and the well me. On Christmas day I was the sick me. On Christmas evening, when the surgeon came in and pulled the tethers to the bed and ordered me to put on street clothes for a date with Kevin at the hospital café, I astonishingly became the well me. And when I saw the hospital cafeteria, jeez, I sort of thought that they gave me way wrong meds. It was the first time tears leaked. Just a few. I think I am waiting until I get home. Brenda is already on notice. That meal remains a dream.
Here is the course of my days. I wear the sick me hospital gown and feel puny. Negative thoughts not allowed. I put on the healthy me clothes and walk, with Kevin or by myself, down to the café and feel, well, tired but ok. It really is pretty weird.
Today I feel like the regular old me and that feels just right.
Kevin. You all have an idea of the enormous amount of work Kevin has done for me. I am speechless.
Love and more kisses than you can imagine,
Ann Cecelia/Kelly
4 comments:
Hey Kelly -
So glad to hear from you, and I must say that you sound pretty perky for such a sick girl! Keep on doing what you are doing to get well,and come on home. I will feel much better about your whole situation when you are back in the good old U.S.A.
So sorry that this was how your vacation turned out - but the good news seems to be that you WILL be fine. I am fine enough, still recuperating from my own traumas - and looking forward to whatever hair brained scheme I come up with next. Keep on keeping on, my dear...
Love, Judy
kelly!
first: it's snowing again!! about four inches of snow are currently blanketing your albuquerque home.
second: i'm giving lewie cheese everyday so that he is extra fartilicious for you when you get home!!
third: i'm so glad you're getting better! we can't wait (and i bet you can't either) to have you back in your snowy, smelly nest again....
big love!
brenda
Hi Kelly,
You're doing so well, and you should just get better and better. Stick with your well self. New Year's should be obvious since Christmas was celebrated with many fireworks, it should be too. We are having a couple of people who live in the neighborhood over then no one has to drive and we can all go to bed ASAP.
Kevin's story was funny. Were you carrying the guitar when mistaken for Kris?
Later, Love, Pam
Kelly - Love the pic of you in that swanky cafe (!)- so reassuring. We are traveling (now in MS, last night in LA), and look forward to getting internet whenever we can to "check in" to see how you both are doing. It is also nice to read others' posts to realize how many people care about you. Keep up that hard work of getting better - soon, the reality will be that the well you will overtake the sick you, and that is what we are all wating for.
We are also grateful to you, Kevin, for hanging tough for Kelly, and making the time to include us in your journey thru this blog. Love, c,c,e,l,f
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