My Spark for writing came back after a season of necessity. Five long months of healing and distraction have given me words again that I need to share and stories to bring smiles to faces even through the tears I had coming down my face first. Life keeps moving
though and I saw God working through my trials of healing everyday.
Today is a week, since surgery. I’m itchy more than achy like I was at this stage back in March. The heat has been more irritating than anything besides my nausea the last few days. The nausea usually goes away by afternoon the itchiness and heat don’t.
Still I’m just feeling blessed that this journey is mostly over. I am moving my fingers without as much pain allowing myself to dress and use the bathroom quicker than I did last time without assistance. So today as I have gone through the list of variances from March and now I am grateful to have experienced both in order to appreciate how incredible my parents and neighbors have been driving me to church. Surgery is quite an experience one not to be taken lightly; yet my arms are now somehow normal despite the cuts, holes, screws and nail marks from 4 surgeries to rectify the issues.
Sunday morning, 2 days after surgery back in March, my brother James had to cut my breakfast up for me. I was sitting though right next to my flowers enjoying them even as achy and tiresome as I was that morning.
The breakfast my brother cut up was my Mexican Pizza, one of my many versions of it. This plate was my last meal before surgery on the 14th of March. As I said my family has been amazing helping me when necessary.
The pain that my palm bones hitting my ulna bones created won’t affect me like they did before. On the day after surgery, March 15th, I didn’t get my pain meds when I first needed them. We not only found out a friend died the day before, but we had somehow promised a birthday dinner which included boisterous kids. All on the day after having anesthesia and being cut on with a bone saw and gaining screws and a plate. However the best part of that Saturday was the afternoon.
My parents disappeared for a bit. When they came back 3 sets of flowers were in their arms. one for Grandma, Mom and last but not least one set for me. It was hard for me to not smile at the gorgeous peach, yellow and purple colors staring back at me so mesmerizing and beautiful.
Jewells of Thought 
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