Postponing Thanksgiving...

As most of you know, I'm a very positive person.  I'm very aware of the blessings in my life and I'm truly thankful every day... I don't wait until Thanksgiving to reflect.

So, with that said - I feel a lot better saying that I am NOT feeling very thankful right now.  This is the second Thanksgiving in a row that I've had a struggle.  Last year, on the heels of my Dad dying, I spent Thanksgiving miscarrying.  This year, the day I bring Gavin home from the hospital - still very sick with RSV - I start to feel bad myself.  I sent Sara home for the holidays.  That was my original plan - and if it wasn't it would have happened anyway.  With Gavin and Brian sick and now me... the last thing I wanted was for her to get sick for her Thanksgiving weekend.  

I thought maybe it was the Flu, but I wasn't congested.  My entire body ached - every joint, every muscle, every everything.  I had fevers ranging from 100-102.  Ed had taken off from work on Monday (he had been up all night while I was at the ER and needed to sleep the next day) and also on Tuesday while Miss Sara was here.  Once I sent her home, he was here to be with the kids while I went to bed and shivered under the covers.  The next day, he went to work and I truly felt like I was going to die.  I had started having bad belly pain before I got out of bed - it hurt just to touch it.  Just walking down the hall to the boys rooms was a struggle.  But the worst was getting Gavin dressed.  It took me twenty minutes.  He is so strong now and I had such little strength to wrangle him to get his diaper off.  We both cried from frustration.  It was an awful morning.  I was dealing with whatever it was that I had - plus my usual morning Rheumatoid Arthritis stiffness and pain.  Unbearable

Ed came home after a half day, thank God.  I went right to bed.  Things got worse - especially with my belly pain.  By dinner, I called my doctor.  I was shocked when he said he suspected Appendicitis and told me he'd like me to go to the emergency room to get a CT scan.

To make a long, boring and very "un-Thanksgiving like" post short - 

It turned out not to be Appendicitis.  They saw fibroids on the CT scan and also a large ovarian cyst that hasn't ruptured yet.  The doctor said she wasn't sure how I made it that long before coming in.  She told me the only treatment is rest and pain control and sent me home with a prescription for Percocet.  

So here I am again - in bed.  Alternating between sweating and freezing.  Alternating between crying and sleeping.  We canceled Thanksgiving (which was just the four of us anyway) and are postponing our dinner maybe into the weekend.  I have a call to my doctor to tell him about last night and see what he thinks about it.  I've had a lot of people message me asking why they didn't remove it surgically - enough that I'm starting to worry.

My plan now?  I'm going to call the boys up to my room and put on "The Polar Express" - a movie they have never seen.  A little bit of Gavin and Brian time will be just the medicine I need.

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you.  Enjoy your day with your family and friends.  If you're alone this Thanksgiving, climb in your bed and put a movie on, too.  It will be like we're having a virtual slumber party.  You're never really alone!

Thank you for loving our family - in good times and bad - in sickness and in health.