Now if I thought I would get some reprieve from the Lahey Clinic just for a few days I was wrong. They felt the need to send me some comedy via US Postal Service yesterday. After all the Vagina Monologues I did agree to do a follow up with them after the deliver of the liva just to appease them. Ya well I got my appointment letter in the mail and I nearly hit the floor in hysterical laughter when I read the doctors name. I am telling you folks my life is a sitcom and I could not make up half of this ridiculous stuff if I tried, so with out further babble, are you ready?? Ladies and Gentleman I have an appointment on 1/25/2011 with Dr. A. Dick, MD. Since this is a family blog of sorts I will refrain from further twisted hysterical remarks and leave you all to make your comments and enjoy the ironic laughter. I will say I am curious, at what point in your life do you decide that you want a profession in OBGYN with such a name. If this did not come on official Lahey appointment letter head I would think my buddy Maria was punkin me. O and let's not forget Mother Nature deciding to send us a snow storm tomorrow which will impede our trek to Lahey for Pre-op, now this is when I wish I had a big plow truck, really gonna suck if we have to stay at a hotel in Burlington just to have 3 hours of time in Lahey on Monday. Now back to Christmas....
Remember it is not what get it is what you give....
Christmas Eve this year for us was quiet. To quiet, I felt last night was more like being in the glooming rather than rejoicing for what is about to happen, hardly anyone came over. Our house used to be the where everyone came for Christmas Eve, but times are a changing. My poor son ate something bad and spent Christmas eve singing Christmas carols to the porcelain gods till 3am. Just did not feel like any Christmas I am used to. I am not apprehensive about any of this, after meeting the Sullivan's I have never been more sure about something that to others seems ominous, I just want this over with as I have places to be and things to do, many doors are ajar for me just waiting for me to push them open, now being a person of little patience you can imagine how much I want this done now.
My recovery will not be as intense as my fathers will be, though both of our surgery's carry severe risk I am quite confident that the next coming year will be filled with many more humorous and triumphant stories. I am told with in 3 months it will be like it never happened minus the mid line scar. Somehow I do not think I will ever have a day in life again that I will not be humbled, inspired, or forget what this journey has given to my soul. Unlike many people that have tattoos', I have no tattoo's but I will have a scar that will be a conversation piece for the rest of my life and it is a tattoo of sorts that will remind me always that life is meant for living and taking risks, some calculated and some just flying by the seat of your pants. As long as you always remember that even when every thing seems dark, there is light and every risk is an experience that was meant to teach you something. I am still ever learning and letting go of the things that do not serve my happiness and sometimes that means letting go of people as well, because the truth is that if someone can not support you and be there for you in the darkest hours and handle the worse of you they do not deserve the very best you either.
We have one more day of Pre-op testing on Monday, my brother and sister-in-law are driving in from Michigan to be here for the surgery and today I will spend some time with my family and share some laughter, because if I learned anything throughout this journey it is to keep the laughter going, laughter truly is the most natural of healing and cures for anything.
So enjoy your families today everyone and take a minute to look around the room at everyone of your loved ones and remember why you love them. Life is precious don't waste it, say what you mean and mean what you say and love as if you will never be hurt!!!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!
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