As I stated in the past, I share a fair amount of my life in my blogs. I also had declared that this Summer was dedicated to healing. Today’s story started many years ago.
In my thirties I went through a divorce and moved to Alaska. I had two very young children with me. As I began figuring out how I wanted to rebuild my life I also examined my body. After having two children and breast feeding for years, I was still fit and healthy. When I looked at my breasts I felt grief ….. It was shocking to me what had taken place over a short few years. Truthfully, I hated looking at my breasts in the mirror. Ouch… A vulnerable but truthful statement. I decided to get breast implants. Would I do it again? Very unlikely. At the time it was part of a healing for my self image.
I can’t say I regret getting the implants. I will say that I never felt completely comfortable with them. I also thought of the maintenance factor if ever the saline bags ruptured.
I decided to have them removed this Summer. I found a great doctor, picked the date and out the implants came, along with a little lift! I also had scar tissue built up inside my breasts which was removed. My children and husband picked up the household chores, laundry, cooking, pretty much everything. In my mind, I thought I was going to have a little vacation…. So not true..
When I woke up I was dreaming of getting ready to go hiking. I didn’t have too much pain… all was great. At home the first two days were easy, rest and a little pain medicine.
Because of the scar tissue removal I had drains placed. These became very cumbersome, ugly and I wanted them out. My arm movement was very limited. I was also surprised at how tired I was. I had work to do and was functioning at about 20%. The healing process was not so easy after all. The drains stayed in for 10 long days, so that meant no shower for 10 days. Each day I slowly gained a bit more energy. It was a frustratingly longer healing process then I had anticipated.
A friend came over while I still had the drains in place. Her comment was very fitting.
“Healing is often ugly.”
Last night while comforting one of my children I was reminded of how difficult healing can be. She is afraid to let go and release her pain. I totally understand and will be there for her. We all have healing to do. Some of it physical and some of it emotional. It’s all scary. But the recovery feels so good!
I am over joyed with the results of my surgery! I feel like myself again and can’t wait to be able workout fully. So between now and my next letter, another phase of healing will begin in my home.
In closing I wish everyone the courage to heal the pain and find comfort in the reward of recovery. I know the healing that takes place is not just for us on an individual basis, but a collective whole.
Light is always within and around you. Your truest self, your truest form is always with you and always understands the truth. The truth is that you are only light surrounded by energy. This energy is what is serving as your attention. This is what is creating the life you are aware of. Your purpose is to discover how many ways you can share your love and expand.
In Conclusion. . .
Let’s fill our nets with miracles!