Gentle Reader,
Coming at you tonight from Camp Recliner, capitol of the Land of Percocet.
Kate says: hidden.
Go.
Hope,
Incoming.
Digging
Deeper.
Ever-
Near.
Post-surgery depression and anxiety settle in like a wet, smelly, heavy blanket. Not unexpected. But sucky. Ovaries are in shock, so a few hot flashes. Dogs mope, bored and irritated that I can’t pick them up. Muscles jerk at strange intervals, making me look like a marionette on drugs. Bone-crushing fatigue. I want to yell at everyone while crying and eating popcorn.
This will pass.
This is when it’s time to dig in, to access the toughness.
God is good. So faithful to give me what I need.
Faithful to you, too.
Hang in there.
Trust in Him.
Stop.
Marie, I see you still have your dry humor. 🙂 Popcorn is my comfort food too. Thank you for the reminder to dig into the Lord when we are dealing with things like anxiety and depression. He’s the only One who knows how to bring us through them. I’m so glad you’re here tonight. One way of keeping the exhaustion from having the final word.
I’m praying for you, tonight, my friend.!
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i love that acronym. I need to write that down! Praying for rest and healing, friend.
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Marie,
I am going to quote you from your last blog post.
“I know that I will feel depressed and anxious after surgery. This is normal. I won’t feel this way forever. I know that I will be in pain. That won’t last forever, either. I am going to rest and take my medication and ask for help and rock long tunics, leggings and comfy dresses for as long as I want. I’ll wear my hair big and messy, too, because why not? Or I will get all glammed up the second I’m able, even if I’m staying home, because also why not? My beauty is mine to own and to style.”
Can I tell you that you’re a hero? Or heroine, if you prefer.
You truly are one of the bravest women I’ve never met, but feel as though I’ve walked through some amazing stories with you. And you’re not done telling those brave stories. You are passionate for the truth, even when it’s not popular. I remember your less-than stellar review of a popular author’s book that you were hesitant to share and yet you did. You are a Nathaniel.
I wish I could physically do something to cheer you up besides typing keystrokes on my plastic board, but I do know I can pray for you. I’m so thankful that you had the courage to undergo surgery to extend your chances of life. I’m thankful that you have the hope of less pain and more happy days ahead. And mostly, I just want to tell you how much I love you. You are really a precious, precious soul. I can’t imagine not knowing you. Through your writing you have been so raw and real that I have seen your heart and it shines. Shines!!!
May you be at peace this week and enjoy some pampering as you recover!
Love,
Tammy
(#7 this week)
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Marie – I love the way your writing captures the moment, but I’m sorry you’ve had to go through surgery. Wishing you a speedy recovery! Stopping by from FMF 🙂
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Been there – done that – they took my ovaries – it sucks. (year: 2000) Just rest. This too will pass. Be glad you are not ovary-less… xo
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So true, there are times when we just need to dig in and hang on and remember it will pass. Praying for you as you recover.
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Marie.
So sorry
I’ve been thru four surgeries and I agree. They equal no fun!!’
I hope U get something summery and fun to eat and a dear friend to call maybe a hand written letter and a really interesting book!
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i need to go read your previous post. Lifting you up in prayer right now. I have had a surgery before and they are rough.
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Oh friend, praying for you. Life after surgery probably does suck. Love you sweet friend! And God is indeed faithful. I’m over in the 68 spot this week.
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