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| Our foster bird, Lucy, has returned to her mom after three years |
My long-term foster bird, Lucy, has returned to her mom. I knew from the moment she came here (in November of 2007) that she would return to her mom at some point. Lucy was with us for one month short of three years. That's a long time....a long time to get attached to a sweet little green face and body and adorable chatter. We miss you, Lucy! We all came to love you. I did my job and now she is where she should be. That doesn't mean that it wasn't difficult to give her back. I spent an entire half day crying when I was packing up her things. Most people would think I'm nuts, I'm sure, but that's how I am. I see, I love, I get attached, I cry. Ask anyone who knows me - Connie, Robin, Jenny, Lorraine? Just ask them!
I had my (hopefully) final reconstructive surgery this past Monday. The hospital experience was great, as usual. The Abbotsford Regional Hospital is wonderful - at least all MY experiences have been (and I had a few TOO many experiences, in my opinion). I'm so grateful that we live so close to such a great hospital where we get such great care. My surgeon, Dr. Brown, is great - I highly recommend him and he is outstanding in his field. Recovery is going well, but it seems that each time I have anaesthetic, it knocks me down for a bit longer. I don't get sick or anything, just VERY tired. I guess that's normal, in a way, but frustrating when you want to be up and doing everything. It's difficult to just lay on the couch and rest as the body heals. I still have the bandages on - will until Tuesday. Can't shower until then, either - YUCK! :-) I saw the surgeon on Thursday and he said that things are looking good and healing nicely. What more can I ask for? This is the way I can move on from breast cancer. My body will be somewhat complete again, even if things aren't as they were originally and I have some saline implants where my real breasts used to be - at least they won't try to kill me! LOL! And, for the record, they are a fair bit smaller than what I was expecting, but that's OK!! Many thanks to DH for his love, support and help while I'm down and unable to fulfill all my duties as a wife/mom/whatever. I want to thank my friend Lorraine for getting up at 4:30 a.m. so she could be here to drive me to the hospital for my surgery and for being there for me. Thanks also to my sister, Karen, who was also there while I went "under the knife", and then drove me home. Then, my dear friend, Connie, who was there while I was recovering, then brought dinner over later for our family. Thank you to all of you. I am so blessed.
And so, life goes on. As I think about life going on, I am reminded, at this time of year of an anniversary coming up. November 14 will mark one year since my friend, Wanda, died of her cancer. Wanda was a wonderful lady, so full of life and optimism. She loved her family, she loved her birds, she loved her friends, she loved life! What a special lady she was, and what a lucky person I was, to have known her. I miss you, Wanda. I miss your contagious smile and positive attitude. You were a blessing to me and I wish we'd have been able to spend more time together.
As life goes on, I encourage you to enjoy each and every day. Each and every moment. For every moment is a gift and that's why it's called the 'present'. A cliche, for sure, but very true.
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