Recovery is always more painful then you think it will be. In the hospital they were giving me morphine for the pain, which upset my tunny, which means I could not keep any food down, not even liquids! So, my one night stay in the hospital turned into two nights stay, but it’s like God was giving me extra rest for what was about to happen.
Aaron stayed the first night with me in the hospital and the second night I told him to go and get some rest since all I did was sleep and throw up! It was the first time in forever that I did not even turn on the tv for two straight days! I kept apologizing to the nurses for getting sick because every time they sat me up or brought me jello, my tummy said NO! The coolest thing about the hospital – they had a menu that you could order whatever you wanted! A MENU!! Gotta love Texas – that right there is totally stellar!
On April 17th, Aaron got to bring me home, which was also his 33rd birthday, so he was excited that for a present, he got to bring me home! I had already ordered his present online knowing surgery was coming up and I was hoping it would be delivered by the time we got home from M.D. Anderson. He loves those old black and white wing tipped shoes, so I bought him a pair and knew he would just flip out when he saw them!
Aaron got me home and brought the reclining/rocking chair into the bedroom for me and a table and some nice cold water with ice and set me up all comfy with the remote. As soon as I sat in the chair Aaron’s cell phone rang and I knew it was “the call”. On the way home, we had called my sister and told her we were on our way home and that I was doing good and that I had finally kept down some food. I told her once I got home, I would call her and let her know I was settled in……….well, she called first.
Aaron just looked at me and I knew my mama had passed away. It was just before 1pm and I just sat there stunned. I thought to myself that it was like my mama knew. Even though I never told her about my cancer or any surgery, it’s like she was a mama until the end. She waited until my surgery was over and until I was home safe and settled, before she found peace and rest at last.
The next day was Good Friday, yep, it was Easter weekend so they were not able to talk to anyone to set up anything for the funeral until Monday. I had my follow up appointment on Monday with the surgeon, so I knew I would just have to sit tight over the weekend, rest and recover and then go Monday and ask for clearance to travel to Canada for the surgery. Again, only by Gods grace would this happen. Because it fell on a holiday weekend, they could not make any arrangements and it gave me that many extra days to recover because God knew my heart and that I wanted and needed to be at her funeral. Again, I smiled and had a thankful heart because I knew that was Gods doing.
I never told the boys that day about Nona passing away. I wanted their daddy’s birthday to be about him and happiness, because he is the love of my life. We had a small celebration, considering I just got out of the hospital and I waited a couple of days and then we told them…..not easy.