I was thinking today of how easily things could have gone the other way. I might whine about an upset stomach or uncomfortable sleep but honestly, what I need to be doing every minute of every day is celebrating. So many people don’t come out the other end of this tunnel. Or they come out in a very different place than I find myself. To have come out at the other end alive and well with the likelihood of a long life ahead of me is nothing short of a miracle. But really, everything is a miracle, isn’t it?
Everything moves me to tears these days. That’s no surprise. Jerry always put the box of tissues on the coffee table when I sat down to watch Little House on the Prairie. Hallmark commercials do me in. This week, it took very little. Watching Lana walk down the aisle for her First Communion, Erin’s hug at the kiss of peace when she said, “I’m so glad you’re here”, Calli’s text telling me I am smart and kind, Anne coming back from a trip and today, an email from my friend, Susie, whose first grandchild (a little girl) was born today. Life is so very good. How can I not be anything but grateful for every little minute of it?
Jerry and I have been packing today. We’ll be driving home with a car full of stuff. Our biggest problem is what to do with left over medical equipment…my portable IV stand, extra formula, the pump and equipment for the feeding tube, extra tubing and syringes etc. We’re guessing, if it’s anything like any other medical stuff, they don’t want them back. And they aren’t much good to anyone else unless they use the same company. We’re probably going to keep most of the stuff and deal with it when we get back to Florida. We couldn’t get rid of it all today because there’s a chance that I’ll be heading home still using a feeding tube. I doubt it but just in case…But it makes me cringe to throw away all that plastic. If it’s still in sealed packages the company should be able to take it all back, right?
Doctor’s appointments tomorrow and then, bright and early on Thursday morning we head for Florida. Our first task when we get home is going to be to buy a new bed. I need to sleep at a 30 degree angle (for the rest of my life) I have a wedge (not comfortable…could have contributed to my back problems last month) and so we’ve decided to buy one of those adjustable beds with dual controls (so Jerry doesn’t have to sleep at a 30 degree angle) Expensive but necessary. We talked to my niece last night. She has one and loves it. She had lots of good advice. If any of you have one and have any advice, please let me know. I love my bed and hate to give it up. (Our loss will be our guests gain…it’s going in the guest room)