I swapped out the post I had scheduled this Friday to give you all a personal update. You non-Michigan readers probably don’t even have a clue that I’ve been struggling this summer. Those of you who see me every week are just starting to ask questions. Because I’m usually tough as nails, with the pain tolerance of, well, a distance runner and a quick and goofy grin. Shoot, I even ran a mini-triathlon in July. Who would guess anything was wrong?
Truth is, I was diagnosed with Crohn’s when I was in junior high. If you want the back story on that, you can click here. I haven’t had bowel issues for 21 years. But this spring it came back. And some stuff that’s supposed to stay inside of me now has to come out.
So after finishing the triathlon that week at family camp, I finally sought out the doctor. (Because, you know, I had to finish all vacations and summer family fun first.) Fast forward to this past Tuesday when the specialist gave me the CT scan results and said surgery ASAP. So Monday it is. Like, in four days. Guess that pain tolerance isn’t always such a good thing.
Doc gave me an outlook of five to seven days in the hospital and a recovery time of four to eight weeks. (I’m hoping for the four, since I’m pretty doggone stubborn. But I’m not 18 this time.) So this week I’ve been writing out extended homeschool lesson plans, jotting down cross country schedules, looking up school phone numbers, bus numbers, finding replacements at church, catching up on bills, getting things as organized as possible for those folks who get to step into my life temporarily.
So how’s the emotional state? I’m all right. I’ve been through this before. I’m not afraid. Not of the pain—though that part really sucks–and not even of dying. (Yeah, Doc gave me that encouraging run down of worst case scenarios.) I know exactly where I’m headed, but to quote that great imparter of wisdom, country star Joe Diffy, “Lord, I wanna go to heaven, but I don’t wanna go tonight.” Because I have kids to drag to adulthood first. Either way, I’m not going to waste my worry.
You want to know what’s really bothering me? My garden. It’s a wreck! And I am NOT about to go under the knife while there are weeds going to seed in it. Yeah, maybe I should get my head checked while I’m in there. (Note to self: Add garden to tomorrow’s job list anyway.)
So now you’re updated. When next you hear from me on Monday’s MMGM post, I’ll actually be heading in for surgery. In fact, I have posts scheduled ahead for a few weeks, but I’ll try to pop a more personal update on here a day or three after I get home from the hospital.
Oh, and that new book I’ve got coming out? Ahem. Ah, probably not going to make my November release goal. (Darn it!) 🙂