This afternoon Veronica was brought out of the ICU to a regular hospital room. When she arrived at the new room, she got out of the wheelchair and walked with help from the nurse to a chair about 12 feet away. She was given the choice of laying down or trying to sit. She chose to sit. A short while later she walked with me to the bathroom which was about 15 feet away. After that, we walked back to the bed. She was exhausted but stayed sitting up on the side of the bed. The more time she spends sitting up, and moving the faster she will recover. The OT came a little while later. Veronica at first walked with the OT and me helping. She then took a walker all the way out of the room. She turned around in the hallway and made it all the way back to the bed. When the OT asked Veronica if she could speed up, she did. She is exhausted now. The doctors and nurses are working diligently to manage the pain. Vestibular therapy is really hard, but whenever the shecklets are mentioned or asked about she fights through. During what I hope is the hardest day of her life she is still a mommy first.
While reading to the girls tonight, Shecklet #3 started asking me questions about my upcoming surgery. While I’m not about to go into the specific details of what the surgeons will have to do (I’m actually keeping some of those specifics from myself as well,) Jake and I have promised the kids to answer their questions honestly. After we talked about stitches, the reasons why it is good I’ll be “asleep” during surgery, balance, and the unknowns surrounding my recovery, Shecklet #3 asked if she could pretend to be the surgeon who takes out my tumor. She brushed my hair aside (which she said was her pretending to shave the spot where they’ll have to make the incision behind my ear,) gathered her surgical “tools” and ever so gently removed my tumor.
I have amazing kids. They continue to handle this entire scary situation with such poise and honesty. And I’ve been able to draw strength from that. I have told Shecklet #3 numerous times over the last month that if I have even a fraction of the courage that she has shown throughout her fingertip injury, I know I can get through what I’m facing in January.
T minus less than 2 months…
I put my Stormy Kromer on this morning and Shecklet #4 wanted to wear the matching one her sister has. It fits pretty well!
The Shecklets and I went to the theater today to check out the Trolls movie. We got to the ticket counter only to discover I had left my wallet back at home. *Sigh*
So after returning home and having lunch, we drove back to the theater (with my wallet this time) and had the whole place almost to ourselves. Only two others came for the showing we were at. The movie soundtrack is a Shecklet favorite right now.
On the way to my women’s group at church, I heard this from Shecklet #4:
“I have two nicknames, Disgust and Hello Kitty. [Shecklet #3] is Joy and Leia.”
No idea where she comes up with this stuff. She has been saying her nickname is Hello Kitty for a while, but Disgust was a new one – possibly due to the Inside Out band-aid she was wearing this AM. The kid cracks me up!
“I’m drinky, can you get me some water?” Shecklet #4