Post-op
I cannot believe I finally had my surgery. It was almost exactly one year ago that I first learned I had a pituitary tumor. It was "the answer" I was waiting for after years of progressive endocrine suffering. Now, I feel that "the answer" is all I ever had going for me in this mess. Yes - maybe I am jumping the gun. But, I am still feeling worse, not better. I just want something, anything to make me feel better. One year ago, I would have screamed that statement. Now, I am pushing the words out of my mouth.This negativity is not "me." I am glad I still have that inner voice saying, "Katie, what about love, hope, art, nature, etc.? All is not lost." But, sometimes it is just so hard. I know you all know. And, without the empathy of kind, sensitive people, my cherished inner voice would have been gone long ago.I used to never ask for anything. I didn't need to. But, please, hug me, wipe my tears away, show me your kindness, remind me that I will see better days...
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You will see better days Katie. I should try to make a collection of all the beautiful things (& some not so pretty) that people say to try to help me. One example of the latter - \"Any time you\'re still sucking air, there\'s hope.\" I heard that one from one of my long lost dancing friends when I finally forced myself to go back dancing 3 and a half weeks ago.
I truly believe that laughter heals us. If you look at the groups that I joined here on DS, you\'ll see the proof that I\'m search for ways to focus on positive thinking and seeking out laughter, too.
How cool that you are able to ask for something now. That makes you a more genuine human and will help you relate to other people who need help, too.
You are so right when you say that we know. We are here for you. I like what I\'ve been hearing:
All for One & One for All
and
Tomorrow is Another Day
and
This Too Shall Pass.
And in the meantime,
here\'s another gentle hug ((( Katie )))
Rose