As most of you know, I'm a very positive person. I'm very aware of the blessings in my life and I'm truly thankful every day... I don't wait until Thanksgiving to reflect.
So, with that said - I feel a lot better saying that I am NOT feeling very thankful right now. This is the second Thanksgiving in a row that I've had a struggle. Last year, on the heels of my Dad dying, I spent Thanksgiving miscarrying. This year, the day I bring Gavin home from the hospital - still very sick with RSV - I start to feel bad myself. I sent Sara home for the holidays. That was my original plan - and if it wasn't it would have happened anyway. With Gavin and Brian sick and now me... the last thing I wanted was for her to get sick for her Thanksgiving weekend.
I thought maybe it was the Flu, but I wasn't congested. My entire body ached - every joint, every muscle, every everything. I had fevers ranging from 100-102. Ed had taken off from work on Monday (he had been up all night while I was at the ER and needed to sleep the next day) and also on Tuesday while Miss Sara was here. Once I sent her home, he was here to be with the kids while I went to bed and shivered under the covers. The next day, he went to work and I truly felt like I was going to die. I had started having bad belly pain before I got out of bed - it hurt just to touch it. Just walking down the hall to the boys rooms was a struggle. But the worst was getting Gavin dressed. It took me twenty minutes. He is so strong now and I had such little strength to wrangle him to get his diaper off. We both cried from frustration. It was an awful morning. I was dealing with whatever it was that I had - plus my usual morning Rheumatoid Arthritis stiffness and pain. Unbearable
Ed came home after a half day, thank God. I went right to bed. Things got worse - especially with my belly pain. By dinner, I called my doctor. I was shocked when he said he suspected Appendicitis and told me he'd like me to go to the emergency room to get a CT scan.
To make a long, boring and very "un-Thanksgiving like" post short -
It turned out not to be Appendicitis. They saw fibroids on the CT scan and also a large ovarian cyst that hasn't ruptured yet. The doctor said she wasn't sure how I made it that long before coming in. She told me the only treatment is rest and pain control and sent me home with a prescription for Percocet.
So here I am again - in bed. Alternating between sweating and freezing. Alternating between crying and sleeping. We canceled Thanksgiving (which was just the four of us anyway) and are postponing our dinner maybe into the weekend. I have a call to my doctor to tell him about last night and see what he thinks about it. I've had a lot of people message me asking why they didn't remove it surgically - enough that I'm starting to worry.
My plan now? I'm going to call the boys up to my room and put on "The Polar Express" - a movie they have never seen. A little bit of Gavin and Brian time will be just the medicine I need.
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you. Enjoy your day with your family and friends. If you're alone this Thanksgiving, climb in your bed and put a movie on, too. It will be like we're having a virtual slumber party. You're never really alone!
Thank you for loving our family - in good times and bad - in sickness and in health.