Sunday, July 05, 2009

'Twas the Night Before Surgery

'Twas the night before my hysterectomy and all through the hotel,
Not a creature was stirring, other than my bowels, eerr, well

The twins were all snuggled all deep in their pull-out bed,
With the hopes of more fun dancing in their head.

A bit of shopping and nice dinner and an awesome suite to boot,
They thought they had died and gone to Heaven, with all of their loot.

When over in the bathroom, there arose such a clatter.
Tony sprang from his down bed to see what was the matter!
When what to his wandering ears should he hear
The surgery preparations were happening quite near (I know, TMI!)

Rett dreamed of the surgeon with his green little hat,
and matching green suit, and a bow tie-imagine that!

His nurses and tools a plenty,
Starting the operation game,
He whistled, and shouted, and called them by name...

Now, uterus, now, tubes, now lymph nodes and such!
Now ovary, only one? That doesn't matter much!

His eyes, how they glistened,
His hands at the ready.
A belly like jelly,
but hands oh so steady!

Rett's dream shortly ended,
a content sigh of relief.
The prayers they were felt, and
offered great peace.

She beamed with joy at her friends,
and showed her family much love.
The support she had now,
could only be a gift from above.

She thanked God for His truth,
for his love, and his gifts.
Then peacefully, slumber came
and asleep she did drift.

Happy Hysterectomy to all, and to all a good night!

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I want to thank everyone for their thoughtfulness, prayers, meal offers, and love. It humbles me beyond words. (Well, sort of...I'm usually never short of words!) Please continue to lift Tony and the girls up. They will be doing the most work, I think. They'll have to deal with one hormonal lady. Hopefully, Tony will shoot out a message so that everyone knows when I'm in the clear! Thanks again, my friends and family. I'd be lost without you!

P.S. In church last night, we sang a song that hit me like a ton of bricks. The lyrics go, "You make everything glorious...and I am Yours! What does that make me?" I immediately thought that, you know, God DID make me! In His image! And uterus or not. Bio babies or not. He made me glorious and for His purpose. And I'm taking ownership of that. I love it. Peace is mine!

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7 comments:

April Isaacs said...

I will be praying for you all day tomorrow my dear friend!

The post was hilarious! Why do you have to be so funny? Especially about something so serious... that's what will get you through!

If you get handed lemons, make lemonade, huh?

You're the greatest!
April

The Thomasson's said...

That was pretty good! We will be praying for you!

Mom Of Many said...

What an adorable poem - you are indeed a poet!! I loved it!

I will be praying you through it...and have been praying as I have been driving...

You are a remarkable, caring and loving woman - and the insides?? Uterus' are highly over-rated - trust me!!

Much love! xo

PS Tell Tony he better be updating...or else!

Chris and Sarah said...

You are too funny and I love your post.

I have been thinking and praying all day for you. I won't bother you in the morning but know you will be prayed for like crazy tomorrow. If you guys need ANYTHING please call (I know I need text).

Keep that positive attitude!!!

Allyson said...

You are so creative when it comes to writing! Made Robby laugh since he could relate to the "surgery preperations"...hehe!

We will be praying for you too! Like you said, God has it in control...He will be with you in the OR, so there's nothing to worry about! We love you and I will see you in the morning!

christina said...

Your creativity is off the charts! :) Please know that I will be praying for you and the team who will care for you throughout the day...and trusting the "Great Physician" for His very best.

Joyful mom said...

You are way too funny, friend! Thanks for the chuckle.

Will absolutely be praying for you today. May God work guide the hands of the surgeon.

I have to agree with Linny--what Uterus is totally over rated! LOL. Who needs the thing when there are millions of children waiting for arms to hold them?

Praying toady!