John (my son-in-law) took me back to Summerville yesterday morning after dropping everyone else off at school. He also helped me limp into the Summerville Police Department to get my copy of the final report. I now have a name and address for my car thief….a teenage boy and his address is in the same proximity of where my car was left the first time.
I don’t know how all of it is going to shake out…but it will come to pass soon enough I imagine. I am still waiting to hear the final verdict on my car.
As far as the Mohs surgery on my left foot…it was pretty deep and Dr. McGowan had to go in twice to get it all. I will have to admit that it is one of the most painful (after math) procedures. I was so numbed up during the surgery I didn’t feel anything but once it wore off…I was in some pretty serious pain. It was a deep throbbing ache like a toothache with burning stabs of pain.
My foot was also doing a lot of extra bleeding so I had to go in the next morning to get it checked again and cleaned up. I literally slept on and off again all day Thursday which ended up being a big help. Dr. McGowan put me on a second antibiotic…since my white blood count is so low and puts me in a more compromising position to heal naturally.
He is just fabulous! He called me twice Tuesday evening to check on me and then had me come in Wednesday morning to check everything one more time. So nice! The foot will take some time to heal…an Epi skin transplant is being used to fill in the wound little by little. But I certainly don’t mind returning….because look at my doctor.
Wow….is he cute and he is from Laurens where I graduated high school. He knows my cousins and we figured there were less than six degrees separation between us.
He made me his V.I.P. patient and I felt like I had a tiara sitting on my head. What’s a little pain when there is so much to gain, right?
I return next Tuesday for a follow-up appointment and to keep adding more skin transplant to the wound. Sadly Dr. McGowan will be gone on vacation but I will see him soon enough when he returns.
I read somewhere recently where it is “okay to not be okay” We can allow ourselves the moment…however long it lasts…an afternoon, day, or week…to not be completely in sync and to not have it all together.
There is no need to force ourselves back on top when we just aren’t feeling it….life is full of ebbs and flows, highs and lows. We need to learn to ride them out instead of trying to fight them back. It really is “okay with not being okay.”
So until tomorrow…This series of unfortunate episodes in my life lately (car stolen twice and wound showing squamous cells) reminds me to always be ready… We shouldn’t always get so attached to routine that we miss out on a chance to make something big happen. If we look for opportunities inside problems we tend to find them. We must be ready for whatever life gives us.
“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh
One nice thing about being at John and Mandy’s is that the children and grandchildren (and grand dogs) ended up stopping by to see me and I loved it. Mollie sent some pictures of Walsh with Eloise and another family picture by Sarah.
Little Jake became my right hand man (literally)… he would walk me to the bathroom and back…my kindred birthday soulmate! Who needs a walking cane when you can have a little Jake waiting to escort you anywhere.
I had not been home two hours when I looked up and saw Doodle and Lassie coming in the house….Doodle had made me some homemade chicken salad and as she remembered (Dee Dee’s chicken/rice pileau with butter beans)…the best medicine in the world! It was so fun to catch up since we weren’t together on the Race for the Cure day for the first time in eight years!
I cut and pasted these sweet comments of support because the computer wasn’t letting me reply….but when I read these different comments it reminded me again how the blog post is a two-way street.