Haha I'm home on my own for weeks on end so guess what?
You're going to get A LOT OF BLOGGING FROM ME.
Lucky you, eh?
Hahaahahahahah *evil laugh*
I wanted to write today about how incredibly blessed we are to have each other. We are so blessed to have people in our lives who love us. I take it for granted or I'm oblivious to it most of the time (haha) but I have so many amazing people in my life and sometimes life gives me a big nudge to remind me of that.
I remember it so well - the feeling of being blessed - when the Admissions Nurse on the phone asked "is someone going to drive you home after your operation?" as she ran through questions with me the day before my hysterectomy.
My first thought was "Of Course"
and then I was struck by that and really humbled.
How blessed am I that immediately Alun's gorgeous face came to mind? I know that Alun will move heaven and earth to look after me, to be by my side, to support me and to cheer me on when I feel low. The idea of having to go to hospital for ANYTHING is preposterous without Alun. We are a pair. We do everything together.
But some people don't have a 'other half' to come and get them.
Some people would be going to the hospital for a major operation on their own, can you believe that?
That breaks my heart. There would be girls getting out of Ubers, looking up at the hospital and sighing, thinking to themselves "what's in store for me?" and not having someone to hold their hand.
I can't imagine.
As I was on hold with the admissions Nurse all those days ago, I remember thinking "what if Alun couldn't take me?"
And again, I was blessed - because I could instantly think of people who would take me.
My parents - as crazy as they are - would have taken me to hospital.
My friends - I could call Kim D, Peta, Cat M, Aurelie - any number of beautiful people I have in my phone's contact list and I know they would drop what they were doing to look after me. Even people I haven't spoken to in so long. If I called Justin and said I needed him, I think he'd be there.
This operation has been an eye opener because it reminds me that I am loved.
I am not alone.
And I didn't have to leave on my own because Alun carried my hospital bags for me (how I amassed so much stuff in 3 days, I will never know), stopping every now and then to look behind him and make sure I was still carefully shuffling after him.
The very afternoon that I'd returned home, Alun went out to get some groceries and Jack and Megan came over to welcome me home. I love that. I love having friends around me.
I'm really blessed, Father God. Thank you.
You're going to get A LOT OF BLOGGING FROM ME.
Lucky you, eh?
Hahaahahahahah *evil laugh*
I wanted to write today about how incredibly blessed we are to have each other. We are so blessed to have people in our lives who love us. I take it for granted or I'm oblivious to it most of the time (haha) but I have so many amazing people in my life and sometimes life gives me a big nudge to remind me of that.
I remember it so well - the feeling of being blessed - when the Admissions Nurse on the phone asked "is someone going to drive you home after your operation?" as she ran through questions with me the day before my hysterectomy.
My first thought was "Of Course"
and then I was struck by that and really humbled.
How blessed am I that immediately Alun's gorgeous face came to mind? I know that Alun will move heaven and earth to look after me, to be by my side, to support me and to cheer me on when I feel low. The idea of having to go to hospital for ANYTHING is preposterous without Alun. We are a pair. We do everything together.
But some people don't have a 'other half' to come and get them.
Some people would be going to the hospital for a major operation on their own, can you believe that?
That breaks my heart. There would be girls getting out of Ubers, looking up at the hospital and sighing, thinking to themselves "what's in store for me?" and not having someone to hold their hand.
I can't imagine.
As I was on hold with the admissions Nurse all those days ago, I remember thinking "what if Alun couldn't take me?"
And again, I was blessed - because I could instantly think of people who would take me.
My parents - as crazy as they are - would have taken me to hospital.
My friends - I could call Kim D, Peta, Cat M, Aurelie - any number of beautiful people I have in my phone's contact list and I know they would drop what they were doing to look after me. Even people I haven't spoken to in so long. If I called Justin and said I needed him, I think he'd be there.
This operation has been an eye opener because it reminds me that I am loved.
I am not alone.
And I didn't have to leave on my own because Alun carried my hospital bags for me (how I amassed so much stuff in 3 days, I will never know), stopping every now and then to look behind him and make sure I was still carefully shuffling after him.
The very afternoon that I'd returned home, Alun went out to get some groceries and Jack and Megan came over to welcome me home. I love that. I love having friends around me.
I'm really blessed, Father God. Thank you.
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