Catch up time!

So as I write this I am having a hard time getting comfortable, mostly because I have about 10 staples in my  behind right now.  Yesterday I hit up the same-day surgery center for a little fun with my sidekicks Benjy and Momma Best.  About two years ago, I developed a cyst on my tailbone.  It is a lot more pain than the words can spell out.  I had been in so much pain at that point, I thought it was broken, so I had found myself at an orthopedic getting x-rays.  With no signs of a broken tailbone in sight, a few days later I found myself at Somerset Medical Center face down, getting cut open to relieve the pain.  The thing about these cysts, is that they are very likely to cause you issues again, unless you get the surgery I got yesterday where they actually remove the whole cyst itself and remove the tract that it formed.  So enough with those details, just need a little background before "diving in."

So like any other event with my mom, it is always filled with ups and downs.  That woman's emotions change more than the street lights on a highway. (yes I am a horrible joke teller)  But she is the most predictable woman with unpredictable waves of emotion.  She cries when most people laugh, and she worries when most people....well really all the time.  The only time she isn't worrying is when she is sleeping, and I am pretty sure about 95% of the time her dreams are filled with things she worries about.

So back to yesterday.  I found myself hanging out in the waiting room for more than two hours.  Fasting, because you can't have any liquids or food I started getting very impatient.  Hanging out in a hospital robe in a waiting room wit yellow booties and the news channel on TV with your mom and boyfriend can only be entertaining for so long.

I am a very sensitive person (thanks genes!) so I probably shed tears during every rite of passage a surgery entails.  (No I didn't cry when I peed in a cup) But I did when the IV went in, when I was escorted into the OR and when I woke up out of anesthesia.  I think it is very humorous how they give a patient Valium before the OR to "relax" them.  I am sure this most likely started being a part of the surgery routine after a few people lost it on their way.  I was very calm at that point.  One odd thing was that the anesthesia they used, definitely stung my insides before I passed out.  I told Ben that for a brief moment I felt like Wolverine when they injected him with that painful silver stuff.

So moving on, it was definitely a long day for everyone.  In the recovery room, coming out of the anesthesia, I didn't waste any time getting to know the nurses.  I just don't roll well with small talk, especially if I'm half not coherent.  I usually started a conversation with a "how are you?" but quickly dive into deep life discussions about life, love, and God.  So Linda was my angelic nurse.  She literally just had the love of Jesus all over her.  She made me feel comfortable, we talked about careers and life.  I told her all about the loss of my father and my found faith.  Even told her about my dreams, hopes, family, and being blessed with great friends and an amazing boyfriend.  She did have time to talk too! Her son is in college, she has been a nurse at Somerset for about 15 years, and became a manager but stepped down because she missed the one on one contact with the patients.  The nurse next to us, coulnd't help but engage in our conversation once it kicked off into church and missions trips.

Last week before this adventure, I was with a church group building houses in Mexico.  (Blogs on that experience to come.)  I was talking about how I worked at STAR 99.1 and the nurse next to us asked if I knew Jennifer and George going to India.  And boy do I! Jenn GDubbs is one of my co-workers but more one of my best friends. Macy is on the missions team going with Jenn and George to India.  To find out all about JennGW and their India trip click here or here.

But the idea behind this blog is, what was the point of this cyst? People always ask the question, God why did this happen to me? But truthfully aside from the pain and a few other things in between, I get it.  I see more than a few reasons why I was to get this surgery.  Time to write this blog, destiny to meet those nurses.  Faith and trust in God for getting me through it.  Mel is keeping me company (maybe cooking me dinner), Rachel even took the time to call me, (woopwoop!)Bonding time with Ben, because he has literally held my hand, bought me ice cream, read to me, and treated me like a princess every step of the way through this.  My mom loves taking care of people, she filled my face with smoochies all last night. I think when she sees her kids in these type of vulnerable states, it reminds her of our childhood days when we needed her to kiss all our boo-boos goodbye.  To be honest, even though her cheeck smooches are a little too hard for my liking, they are filled with an abundance of love and warmth.



A lesson that God has really had on my heart lately is attitude. And it is a choice that we ourselves need to make.  We can choose to look at all the things that stink, because sometimes life can be pretty smelly.  But take a look at the Light, and I guarantee you, your heart will shine in ways you can't imagine.  I could be sitting here sulking in my own stapled stubbornness or embrace the fact that I am blessed with an amazing family, support system, life, doggie, medical aid, eyes, ears, and the list can go on.

So I challenge you to take every thought captive in Christ!  Fight against the "pity party" for yourself, let go of the grudges, and love the life you got!! Even if you live to be a 100, which many of us won't, God blesses us with one opportunity to seize each day in a new way.

If you are bored, then you are most likely holding back form the life you are destined to live.  Our minds can't fathom all of the endless things there are to learn and take in, so to be bored is to only be living close-minded  Step out, dream, and goooo!