The Rule of 3

This post has very little to do with knitting. It's mostly a record of my thoughts right now so if that bores you then feel free to visit me another day. I promise not to be offended in the least.

They say that bad stuff comes in threes. If so then I think I'm done for quite a while.

Number 2 was the fall that broke my toe and sprained my ankle.
Number 3 was the unpleasantness at the hotel.

Number 1 has been creeping into the blog for the past two months in weird and cryptic ways (apologies) but, as of this afternoon, it looks like the worst of it is over. Sadly, for the sake of my children who may see this and who we're still trying to shield to some degree, I can't be as candid as I normally would. Bear with me.

In November we heard a word that strikes fear in the hearts of one and all alike. For the sake of the kids let's just call it pudding*. Not the really yummy kind like chocolate or vanilla - this was the kind that you want nothing to do with and it was wrapped around hubbo's thyroid. They say that if you're gonna find it anywhere, that's where you want it but still... you'd rather not find it at all.

For the past 2 months we've been trying to prepare and inform ourselves. This is why I was at the major medical facility where I fell. This is why I've been knitting like a crazy person - it really does relax you and help you get through the rough parts. This is also why the timing of our vacation was just so perfect - the calm before the storm. I thought that I was doing so well, so together and in control until I realized that that daily headaches I've been having were a sign that I wasn't dealing nearly as well as I thought.

Today they removed the offending pudding and the thyroid too. Relief doesn't quite describe what I feel. I'm so happy that it went smoothly even if it took much longer than expected. I'm proud that we were able to guide our daughters through this without trauma. I'm amazed that my brother-in-law got in the car at 5 o'clock this morning and drove for 3 hours to sit with me in a waiting room. I'm thankful that my father was able to come over and get my girls off to school this morning so that their schedules weren't disrupted. I'm touched by all of our friends who volunteered to help out if needed. I feel incredibly lucky right now.

I'm also happy that this terrible triple is over so I can get back to my usual, un-dramatic, life. Oh yeah, and I completed my first FO in the waiting room today. Who says every cloud doesn't have a silver lining?

*As I mentioned in one of my earlier, cryptic posts, calling it pudding is easier for me too. That other 6 letter word still freaks me out a bit.