Time keeps marching on! On this third day before surgery, I’ve done very little except rest and eat and rest some more. This afternoon I finally felt like I was turning the corner and have been able to eat more…even a snickerdoodle cookie! Now that I can no longer have chocolate (boo!), snickerdoodles are my new favorite snack.
Looking ahead to this weekend, I thought I would be jittery and scared to death. Yet so far that is not the case at all. I am experiencing that peace that passes human comprehension; it can only be the Lord guarding my mind and my heart. In fact, I am starting to fantasize about all the fun activities I will be able to do once I cross over this surgery hump and get over to the other side of health. Pain has limited my life to such an extent that sometimes I feel like a little old hermit, tethered to the heating pad. I thought it would be fun to list some of the things I’m looking forward to, post surgery. Here is my “Post-Hyster-List.”
- Planning a vacation without having to calculate when I’ll be hurting and when I won’t.
- Going to a beach vacation without having Aunt Flo make an untimely visit.
- Zumba. I love dancing but don’t have the stamina anymore. I hope I will be able to build some after I get this inflammation out of my body!
- Not living in dread of the next cycle.
- Going to a Rangers game with my husband. Right now the thought of traversing the parking lot and standing up on concrete for four hours make my eyes cross.
- Being able to cook an elaborate meal.
- Geocaching again.
- Walking a 5K while my husband runs it. I don’t run unless I’m being chased!
- Taking my daughter to the mall…for more than an hour.
- Volunteering at church again.
- Let my daughter teach me how to shoot arrows.
- (Notice how many of these have to do with going and doing?)
- Cayman Islands. Thanks to John Grisham’s The Firm, I’ve always wanted to see if the reality looked anything as lush as depicted in the movie and described in the book. I will do my best not to run into corrupt lawyers!
- Grand Canyon. Although I’m not fond of heights and can’t imagine myself stepping out on the observation deck nor riding a donkey down the sides…I would like to behold the stark beauty with my own eyes.
- Vermont. A good friend of mine is from Vermont and visits every summer. I’ve fallen in love with the scenery shown in her FaceBook photos.
- New England in the fall.
- New York City. I want to see shows on Broadway!
- Seattle. I love the rain.
- The Bahamas. Maybe I’ll even learn how to snorkel! Or maybe not. Either way the beach beckons.
- Yellowstone National Park. I’ll be sure to stay away from the bears.
- Redwood Forests in Northern California. I have vague memories of seeing huge trees when I visited the San Francisco area with my parents when I was three. I’ve seen photos my cousin took of the forests and was enchanted with the lush beauty.
- Montana. I’ve read so many western historical fiction books set in Montana, the land has captured my imagination!
This beautiful poem is Psalm 139. I’ve been thinking about its truths as I move closer to H-day. Here are my favorite parts:
1 O Lord, you have examined my heart
and know everything about me.
2 You know when I sit down or stand up.
You know my thoughts even when I’m far away.
3 You see me when I travel
and when I rest at home.
You know everything I do.
4 You know what I am going to say
even before I say it, Lord.
5 You go before me and follow me.
You place your hand of blessing on my head.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too great for me to understand!
7 I can never escape from your Spirit!
I can never get away from your presence!
8 If I go up to heaven, you are there;
if I go down to the grave,[a] you are there.
9 If I ride the wings of the morning,
if I dwell by the farthest oceans,
10 even there your hand will guide me,
and your strength will support me.
11 I could ask the darkness to hide me
and the light around me to become night—
12 but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.
To you the night shines as bright as day.
Darkness and light are the same to you.
13 You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
15 You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
16 You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.
17 How precious are your thoughts about me,[b] O God.
They cannot be numbered!
18 I can’t even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!
THAT is my prayer. Post-Hyster-List item Numero Uno is this: that when I wake up, the Lord will still be with me! His presence is a promise I believe.