Words from my doc today! Had my final follow up from surgery. It was pointless... in the sense that he was in the room for i'm guessing no more than 5 minutes! But every drive into the city, every elevator ride up to the 18th floor, every visit and all it's ins and outs, I am always more than grateful to know I'm doing it all with the best prognosis I could have hoped for. Thank you, Jesus and thanks again for all of you who dug (and still are) for me... with all your prayers!
I just remembered the firework show I got the nite prior to surgery. I think I put a short ditty on the blog after surgery, but girl was so drugged, and just now I remembered how in seeing them that nite, it felt like God was saying, gonna be ok! And now looking back I'm so grateful at how ok it has been. Good stuff.
The full story was, my mom and dad had come up the nite before and C and I met them in the city for a yummo dinner. And it was on our walk back to the car... C and I were up ahead a bit, holding hands :) when off to our left, just over the buildings across the street, star-like fireworks went off.. just lots of them continuously for 30 secs or so. And C and I knowing our crazy fireworks history, just stopped, caught by surprise and in aw, we kind of chuckled uneasily b/c it just felt like God was speaking right to us.
Playing one of my new favorite catchy songs... We Found Love by Rihanna.
