Jan 3, 2007

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.

5 comments:

Carole said...

Oh boy. You have been quiet about this and, while I respect your wishes for discretion, I hope you know that I'm here to support you if you need it. I'm glad everything went well today and I know what you mean about feeling relief.
Dale has a mole on his cheek that needs to be removed. It's most likely nothing (that's what I tell myself) but I want it gone, gone, gone. So I do understand a teensy bit about what you've been through. But on a much smaller scale, obviously.

Kristi aka Fiber Fool said...

Yikes! I'm so sorry you've had to go through this, but I'm sure glad you've had tons of support there in RL!

I'm here if you need a sounding board or a place to vent!

Krista said...

I'll be thinking of you and your family! Thanks for letting us all know what's going on. You know we all are here for you.

Julie said...

Wow! Sorry to hear what you and your family have been going through. It does sound like you have a strong support network, though and that is just wonderful.

I'll be keeping you in my thoughts.

Rochelle said...

I am so sorry to hear about your ordeal but I am happy that things are turning out so well. I will keep your entire family in my prayers. I've had pudding myself so if you need a sounding board feel free to anytime you feel like it.