It's been a week since surgery. The first three days were hard, but went better than expected. On Saturday I threw up from the narcotic. Then it started to hurt more. Then on day 5, I puked three cups of blood, was taken to the ER by ambulance, and had blood clots removed from my throat. My blood pressure plummeted but they pumped fluids into me to bring it up. If that happens again, the clots will have to be cauterized (burned), which would mean more pain.
My mom is here AND Shane has taken some work time off just to take care of me and Zeke. At this rate Mom will be here for a month! Thankfully, she wouldn't have it any other way and neither would we. Swallowing feels like that sharp pain you get when you bite your tongue, but the pain meds help. The meds make me sleepy and nauseated. I eat applesauce, mostly, to keep the meds down. Zeke can tell something isn't right, but he's doing great. I recorded myself talking, singing, reading to him, etc, and that helps a LOT! I just thank the Lord that he is bringing us through this time into something much more beautiful. I know he has a reason for all of this, and we are being drawn closer to him through it.
"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full." -Jesus Christ