I think one of my favorite hymns is “Great is Thy Faithfulness.” Not just because of the words but because it transports me back to my Dad’s church as a little girl. Back to when life wasn’t hard or stressful or complicated or messy. (Except if you think dressing up for church in tights and a dress AND having to get your hair done, stressful.) I just remember liking the hymn because my Dad liked it and not for how I would resonate with the words. But now as an adult, it is most definitely the words that get me all teary eyed when I sing it. “Morning by morning new mercies I see;/ All I have needed Thy hand hath provided/ Great is thy faithfulness, Lord, unto thee!” As a kid, I would never imagine how my life would unfold as it has. But here I am, still working to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Maybe just being joyful and thankful is enough.

Whelp, it has been a little over a week since surgery and so far, Babs and I are figuring things out. I wouldn’t say we are best friends just yet but we’re getting there. I like loose fitting pants and channeling my inner Steve Urkel with my pants jacked higher than my belly button to cover my entire bag. I still hate the look of Barbara but working to acknowledge she is saving my life right now. And that is hard. I have changed my bag a few times and Barbara has leaked with the first change but is holding strong with the second and third bag change. 2/3. I think I’m starting off strong. Emptying the bag is easy peasy for me. But dang, Babs is a stinker! I am still figuring out the foods I can best digest with keeping to a low fiber diet and to a keto-ish diet that doesn’t smell completely awful. So far, I’m not very successful. Even Dylan commented on who bombed out the bathroom. I told her Babs did it. We laughed. I don’t really have any hunger cravings. I am not sure if that is normal or what is common at this time. A past therapist used to tell me normal is a setting on the dryer and those words cannot be more true. My incisions from surgery are still pretty tender. But again, it is a little over a week out from surgery so I need to keep things in perspective. All in all, we are moving forward. And for now, that is enough. 

Liz