I have suffered with health issues and been in and out of hospitals for years but this past Christmas brought a whole new level and led to my fourth surgery. Why? An angry, gaping hole opened forth in my abdomen and was swallowing my bowel into it while scar tissue struggled to hold it back in a grip of steel. What a way to bring in the New Year. I looked like a weird spawn of chuthulu with tubes here and there. I adopted a new line on going down the center of my tummy… another scar for my husband to gently kiss and tell me he does not see the scars. After ten days of living in the hospital, I was released and have one thing to do… heal.
Today is the second day of being home and my first day of having no one to help me. It has left me feeling rather abandoned. I know that I am not and was alone for just a few hours. However, I emotionally was feeling a good bit down about this being ill and having to heal thing. It left me looking forward to my hubby to come home and take care of me. (Yes, I know how childish and whiney this sounds but I have a 12″ incision that says I can be!) As hubby walked in the door he hands me a very big, puffy package… hmmm. I don’t remember ordering anything. I mean, I have been on some good meds and had my Kindle, I could have. Upon ripping into the package I found the most wonderful thing and sat stunned with tears rolling down my cheeks. I was gifted a blanket made by piecing together 9″ squares lovingly made and put together to be a warm hug and bring healing.
(This photo is lovingly provided by and belongs to Andi at Mysistersknitter … who totally rocks!)
I know this because two of the squares are mine… lol. It is the most wonderful gift I have ever received! So many wonderful hands were involved in making this and I am delighted and awed by this beautiful gift made by so many talented people. I just cannot thank them enough. It is so special and woven with healing love. Thank you Andi for spear heading it and sneaky, sneaking it to me. Thank you to all the ladies who lovingly contributed to the blanket. It could not have happened at a better time in my life and recovery.