Still recovering

The adventure continues. No major changes, beyond the trip to the ER.  I dont feel very good most of the day.  I get up, shower, help get the kids ready as best I can (but Adam does most of the work), take a ton of meds, then off to Mom and Dads.  I usually eat breakfast with the kids - forcing myself to get something in as I'm still feeling full and slightly nauseated.  Then, I play a little with them as much as I can and rest for much of the morning in bed.  My side continues to throb, and I'm praying it's just a sign that I'm healing internally.  I just woke up with the pain last week, and it hasn't gone away.  I'm off the painkillers, just taking basic Tylenol. 

My mom took me to the lab today, where I had nearly 20 vials drawn.  Lots of checks on vitamins, etc. to determine if anything else is off balance and why I'm losing my hair.  My primary care is taking over my labs, so I'm grateful for that.  They are very nice and very responsive. 

I force myself to eat at lunch with the family, and try to stay up most of the afternoon unless I feel really bad with the throbbing.  I look forward to seeing the surgeon on Thursday to see if no appetite, the nausea, and the pain in the side is normal.  I feel bad back on so many of my old meds that I had to take to cure my steroid psychosis, but it's helping me cope daily.  I'm still very emotional and try to hold it in, espcially in front of my kids.  But I cry a lot in front of my parents and my husband.  I've begged God to get me better.  My godmother send me my uncle's relic of St. Philomina, and I've been praying to her as well.  I truly hope God will heal me and things get better.  It's been a very long 8 months.

We've had Reeses at our friend Kathleen's house since before the surgery, and we all miss him.  Drew asks where he is every morning and each night when Adam brings us home.  It'll be nice to drive so mom won't have to run me home to walk him each afternoon, and to have him back around again.  We've been very blessed to have such good family and friends helping us.  My parents and Adam have been more than amazing; I truly don't know how I would've gotten through this without them.  It makes me wonder when women say they want to be divorced and could care less if they have kids without a husband.  I'm very blessed to have such a good husband who has cared for me for 8 very long months.  Lucy turns 1 on May 9th... I so wish to be better by then.  I hate being so shakey and emotional, but I'll get through.  Being on so many meds, it's hard to know what's causing what at this point.

May 1st I find out if I need surgery on the pre-cancerous moles, and May 7th, I have my Endoscopy #3 to see if I passed fruits and can move to group 3 with chicken/turkey/pork and beans and legumes and some nuts.  I hope that these next two months will be a huge turning point. 

I sincerely appreciate all the prayers.  I know God is still with me; I'm just waiting for the answer to the prayers :)