When I was there in prep, I was trying to decide if knowing the nurses so well that I was asking :
.....about Danielle's pregnant daughter, or why Achilles wasn't at work today, or if Michelle wouldn't mind if we called Ron from the IV team this time cause my veins were being mean to me today, or if Mike was finished with his traveling nurse assignment, or where Mariella gets her hair clips 'cause they always match her scrubs.......
was this a good thing or a bad thing? hmmmm...
Anywhoo, Dr. Lo got ye ol' stomophagus to 14 millimeters. The magic number we are shooting for is 15, so we are almost there. The tissue had grown back to a point it was before the last dilation, so he was pretty aggressive this time, actually removing scar tissue and injecting me with steroids so the tissue wouldn't grow back as fast. He really is an amazing doctor. I also got a new medication to basically "shellac" the lining to help it heal faster and smooth it out a bit. I am so very happy that after 2 days of a clear liquid diet, I get to finally have some real food. Well, soft foods like mashed taters, canned fruit or veggies, etc. Still no salad, but we are getting there. I am thankful for that. I am also thankful Nathan said "Mom I am really kinda sick of pizza.".
The kids have been eating that pretty solid for the past year with Cary doing the single dad thing and all. Poor hubby reached the "sick of it" stage back around last April. To his credit he stuck to it...and stuck to it pretty darn well I might add. This has been a hard year on him. On all of us really, but we emerged from the other side a with a few more gray hairs (OK a lot more gray hairs, but that is what L'Oreal is for...), but we DID emerge.
I know I have been belly aching a lot these past few blogs, but I really do have so much to be grateful for. I just need to take the time to understand that.
In fact, for the last past 5 months Cary and I have been trying our darnest to figure out a thank you gift for Dr. Soukiasian. "Thanks for saving my life, here's some golf balls." just doesn't seem to cut it. We have searched high and low, even asking his nurse for suggestions to his interests. We are still at square one.
How can ANYTHING convey to him that I am here because of his skill and Gods grace? I get to see my children grow, play fetch with the dog and throw water balloons. I get to hold my babies when they cry and comfort them when they are scared. I get to watch them wrestle and giggle at their antics.
I get to fly kites
with them.How do you even begin to say thank you for that? Somehow even a nice fruit basket seems a bit trite.
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