Last night John & I chased the sunset, arriving at the beach just moments before the sun sank into the horizon. We shared a picnic and enjoyed being outdoors together. I marveled that I was feeling well enough to even get to the beach–though I really only walked a few dozen yards from our parking spot to the tideline.
This morning I had a surgical follow-up appointment and was told that my wound had healed enough that I could cease debridement. I’m healing so much faster this time ’round than with any of the previous lancings/drainings of the wound. Everyone is very sure that “we got it this time” and that this is all behind me now.
I’m scared to be too hopeful yet, but let’s just say that I’m actually making my reservation for the Exponent Women’s Retreat in Boston today–working on the hope that I will actually be well enough in September to go. (for those of you who are local to Boston–where’s the best teahouse/coffeehouse? Last time we were there we encountered a few late at night walking around Harvard, but didn’t have time to try any of them.)
A few days ago I cut my hair–realizing that it had been months since I’d even had the energy to think about hair, face, etc. I’d not even had the strength to stand at the sink long enough to really brush my hair, much less consider style and/or blowdry. It’s such a superficial thing, but it’s really a thrill to notice the difference in how I feel–that I actually have the mental and physical stamina to get back into my own self-care routines.
Today the surgical nurse warned me that I’m going to have a pretty ugly indented scar on my leg for the rest of my life. I told her that that didn’t matter to me as long as the infection was gone. Scars are of such little consequence when one is finally feeling better again!