I happen to love September. There is something about the month that signals the end to Summer and the start of the Fall season that warms my heart. Yes, I know the days will be shorter. And yes, I know that before long the air will have a chill to it and sweaters and socks will be a necessary part of our wardrobe. Fine with me.
But this year, I completly missed my favorite month. The end of August came with news of a pending surgery for me and a health scare for my Mom. By the time we were into the first weeks of September, days were spent gearing up for a major surgery and waiting to hear if my Mom had cancer. So scary. Turns out that Mom did have lung cancer and, as fate would have it, we both ended up with major surgeries scheduled on the same day.
September 23rd dawned bright and clear. Mom's surgery was scheduled for 7:30 and mine 10:30. I wanted so bad to be there for her but we were at hospitals 3 hours apart. So it was an early morning call filled with "it's going to be ok" and "I love you" that we had to settle for. Ken and I kept contact with my sisters while we drove to Eugene and got me checked in and settled. The Universe must have known how much I wanted to know my Mom made it through ok, because my 12:30 operation time was moved to 2:30 making it possible for us to get the good news that Mom was fine before it was my turn to go under.
So, here it is October and my much loved month of September is gone. I had all these amazing plans and grand visions for my recovery. Obviously, I've never had major surgery and didn't take into account that I wouldn't be doing much more than sleeping and healing and being creative wasn't really in the cards for the first few weeks. I admit that I'm not a patient patient. One week out of the hospital and I thought I should be up and around. And I tried. I really did. And then spent two days back in bed recouperating from my little adventure. Lesson learned.
Today marks day 14 of recovery for both my Mom and I. I still haven't been able to see her, but we talk daily and she's making progress. I'll be glad when we get this chapter behind us and can get on with living. I woke up this morning feeling better than I have in a while and that's a wonderful thing. Still not going to go out and turn cartwheels, but starting to see that I might be able to enjoy October a bit before it's gone too. My sweet husband has been the best nurse ever and has me all set up with some crafty things I can do from my corner of the sofa. Hope to have some awesome projects to show you soon.