I have been gone so long! Of course, it's a busy time of year, but that's not why I've been away. Don't want to get all dramatic, but several weeks back, I got a migraine. I've been having these ocular migraines since September, but they're mostly annoying, usually not painful, and not debilitating. This one was different. It was the big one. I had one like this about 18 months ago, and thankfully, not again since until that fateful Monday a few weeks ago. Had the flashes (much bigger and brighter than the ocular migraines), and thought, I hope this isn't the start of a big one. Yep. Within a couple hours, I was stuck on the powder room floor, unable to even move my head side to side without vomiting. (Sorry.) I waited as long as I possibly could before calling Ronnie at work, almost out of a flight. I knew I couldn't get the girls who had been napping, and obviously, there would be no driving to pick up the boys.
Fast forward, that stinkin' migraine had a hold of me for five days. It stayed put through three trips to the doctor, countless meds, oxygen, and didn't let go until I was pumped full of narcotics, pain killers, and anti-nausea medication. And I don't do well with narcotics, so for the next 24 hours, practically still felt like I had a migraine because of the drug effects. (I could never ever be a druggie!)
Anyway, it was awful. Think that may have been the sickest I have ever been in my life. Brought in some doubts and fears. Spiritual attack? Probably, another back story that predates this migraine by about two weeks that I'll keep to myself, but being knocked out physically seemed a fitting follow-on attack. But here's what I want to remember as I try desperately to focus on the positive and wait to see the neurologist.
* So grateful that Ronnie was able to rescue me and be everything to this family for six long days.
* When I was finally able to eat about 8:00 on Monday night, Clayton brought me not only a slice of pizza that Ronnie had ordered for dinner, but....a slice of pizza on a plate, on a tray, with a napkin, and a spoon. A spoon? For pizza? No, he'd put a little applesauce cup up in the corner of the tray too. So dang precious.
* While I'm stuck on the bathroom floor downstairs waiting for Ronnie, praying desperately that neither of the girls will start screaming/crying for me when they wake, I hear Gaby singing over the monitor, "Oh, how I love my Lena Grace." (I always end up making up some little lovey song for my babes and that is hers.)
* And this picture that Thomas drew at school and brought home. It's a lizard (his current favorite thing). The words, melt my heart. Even as an adult, when you're sick, seems all you need is love.
It's been a tough couple years for me in some ways. A lot of physical and emotional pain. But to quote "Facing the Giants" which we watched with Clayton this weekend, "When we win, we're gonna praise Him, and when we lose, we're gonna praise Him." I know God does not waste our pain and though I don't know His reasons, I trust they are good and I pray He will be glorified.






