I had surgery about a month ago, and it’s made me put things into perspective and be grateful for things I’d once taken for granted. Spending Thanksgiving at home, for example. My family and I spent the holiday in the hospital, and it made me realize what a blessing it is to spend holidays at home. Now, as Christmas nears, I find myself thinking about all of the kids who are still there, and it breaks my heart that they won’t be in their own home to celebrate the holiday.
I had to lay flat on my back for the first week after the procedure, which made me grateful for something else I’ve always taken for granted: being able to feed myself. Since I was completely flat, I couldn’t take a bite without dropping the food. My parents, bless them, good naturedly fed me for a week. The day I was able to sit up and eat breakfast on my own was a wonderful day, and I’ll always be grateful for the ability to feed myself independently.
Not being in pain. For the first few days after the procedure, every breath I took was painful. And once I was able to sit up, I felt a stinging pain in my hamstrings, because laying flat had stretched them in a way they’d never been before. But I’ve got to stretch somehow, right?
Walking. I’ve made countless comments on how I wish I could walk without the walker, but now that I have to use a wheelchair, (just until I rebuild my stamina) I’m grateful for it. It allowed me to get around without assistance, and I miss being able to walk with my family and friends. I can walk a little with my walker right now, but I can’t go very far without being exhausted. My goal is to be back in my walker by the time school starts, because I sort of feel… trapped in the wheelchair.
My family and friends. My family stayed by my side the entire time, and made the hour drive from our house to the hospital every day. They kept me encouraged, they kept me laughing, and made a difficult ordeal much easier. And I was so touched by the way my friends texted, called, and visited. They were right there for me the entire time and wrapped me in light and love.
The journey was a little different than we’d expected, but the Lord carried us through it and surrounded us with people who were so kind and generous and selfless. My mom’s coworkers made us meals, a family friend froze a Thanksgiving turkey for us, my AP Literature teacher brought me lunch and checked on me every day to see how I was doing, and the doctors and nurses took such good care of me. My recovery isn’t over yet, but I know with His love and the love of the people around me, I can make it through it.
What little things do you appreciate this holiday season?