The Healthiest Sick Person Alive, Part 2

Hey guys.  Sorry I haven't kept you all in the loop about my surgery.  I tend to retreat in tough times.  So, I retreated and am just now barely looking out from behind the sheets. I did finally turn a light on in my room today.  So, I'm days ahead of schedule.  I'll be in the real world by April possibly.  Surgery went fine.  The surgeon stated that things looked much worse than he expected but he was able to repair everything successfully.  So, kudos to me for adding some drama at the last-minute. Recovery has been rough.  I'm not sure why I thought it would easy.  I am well aware that I am a badass (#MollyStrong, as Shawn would say) but recovery has been different.  I'm only a badass by the way because I have no choice.  I was warned that day 3 would be the true test.  Day 1 & 2 were not so bad.  Day 3 - Cut my neck off.  With a butter knife.  Spoon. Anything.  Just make it quick.  Today has been better.  The pain seems to be moving and manifesting in different ways.  The doctor warned me about that, especially because my nerve was compressed to my right arm and when it "woke" back up, things would get weird.  I have regained all function in my arm, so that's a gigantic win.

Overall consensus - I will survive.

I need to say thanks for all the calls, texts and visits.  You brought me calm and comfort each time I picked my phone up and saw a message.  I know that you care and I love you all for being beside me.   My mom has been here handling everything, including the massive spill in the bottom of the refrigerator.  I haven't noticed a toxic waste area in my fridge. Really, I haven't.  Let's blame a child.  Now, I did notice the science experiment that went wrong in the little one's bathroom sink.  I refused to clean it up.  All in the hopes she would learn more science I suppose.  No problem, Nana to the rescue.  Nana even cleaned the little one's room.  She deserves the biggest award known to man for that.

If you have ever wondered where I get my strength (and humor, independence, and strong will) from - it's from my mom.  She's this independent, ball of fire.  She has the funniest sense of humor and her honesty is fantastic.  My girls adore her and I hope they grow up to understand how fantastic she truly is.  The big one has already stated that if she gets in trouble for anything, she's calling Nana.  Without a doubt, Nana is hiding the body first. Call. Your. Nana.

Speaking of the big one, she turns 16 today.  I can't believe the person she has become.  I am the luckiest mother alive.  Her brilliant mind will take her many places and hopefully she will continue to write about it.  My friends comment all the time about the discussions she starts.  We strive for a house of constant learning.  Like, how a snail mates.  When you get into a bad place and don't know the answer of snail mating, you'll regret your life choices.  We did have a full discussion on the proper ways of making mac n cheese the other night.  It's serious and her logic is understood.  Happy Birthday Annabelle.  You make me ridiculously proud.

Thanks again for thinking of me this week.  I have somehow managed to survive another day.  I hope to begin exercising some this weekend.  Maybe like 2 bicep curls.

Special thanks to my mom, dad, brother, Steph, Darin, Owen, Linda, Greg, Evan, Stacey, Rachel, Shawn, Brian, Susan M, Susan S, Josh, Adrienne, Vicki, Holly, Teresa, Casey, Anna, Jim, Satya, Jeff, Allana and Susan H. for checking in and reminding me how much I am loved.

I love you all,

Molly

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