Is it strange to think about redecorating when a life changing surgery is going to happen in just six days? I have this need to repaint our dining room and living room. So now I’m thinking about paint colors, window treatments and accessories instead of mastectomies, drains and recovery. Must be a defense mechanism. Any psychology students out there?
I’d be happy to take suggestions for paint color. Keep in mind I have a green mudroom and a red kitchen. The living room and dining room flow off of those. Seriously. If you have any ideas I would love to hear them. This could be fun. It will give me something else to think about the next few days.
As the surgery comes closer, I try to think of all the things we may run out of while Dusty is trying to stay afloat in the house. Do we have enough toothpaste, toilet paper, diapers, wipes, dishwasher detergent, laundry soap, etc? The plan has been laid out for who is going to take care of the kids, logistics and all those other mundane day-to-day things. My freezer is full of food. My pantry is stocked for lunches and we have enough toilet paper to last through 2010. I still have to fill him in on what Brooke does at school and which days she does what. I have some time for that. Can you tell I’m a bit of a control freak? You’d think I learned my lesson by now – that I’m not the one in control!
I’ve seen so many friends lately who I haven’t seen in ages. I’ve made new friends through this too. It’s apparent that God has specifically chosen people to be in my life. He’s chosen someone to bring me flowers and write me cards when I’m sick. Someone else to send me childhood pictures that make me laugh til tears run down my cheeks. Caring and motherly arms to help take care of Brooklyn, Max and Samantha. Others who make delicious food that give me and my family a healthy meal. People to send emails and cards that remind me of the hope I have. He’s chosen the coolest guy to mow our lawn last summer. He assembled an entire army of prayer warriors who have held our family up. Most of all He’s given me a husband who has patiently and lovingly stood my my side through all of this. He sat with me during doctor’s visits, chemo treatments, got up in the middle of the night to get my meds, weighed out surgery options, took care of me when I was so sick and I couldn’t take care of myself. God also gave me my parents who I am eternally grateful for. They are the epitome of who good parents are. They are the most kind, generous, selfless people I know. They’re always happy to help. How many people do you know happily and cheerfully help others? Being adopted I realize I could have been placed in any home. The home God choose for me was perfect. It reminds me that even now His plan is perfect and I need to trust in Him.
I thank God for each of you. I love you all.
