My surgery for the defibrillator was put off for a week, meaning that we will leave on our trip three days after I have outpatient surgery. But, no problem, it’s not like we will be traveling by covered wagon, and I will not have a large incision, so I should be good, but prayers are appreciated, still.
Douglas will carry our bags as we negotiate through the airports in Atlanta, Frankfurt and Munich, Germany, and Ancona, Italy. Can you tell that my anticipation is starting to grow, almost making me forget about the heart thing?
Just looking at the “boot” of Italy sends my endorphins into overdrive, as I contemplate eating wonderful breads and great pasta dishes, while trying to win the weight challenge I’ve made with Douglas. I am thinking to suspend the challenge until we return, so we don’t have to forgo tasting every flavor of gelato possible and eating authentic tiramisu. Surely, it must be a crime to visit Italy on a diet! Can someone send me a copy of that law?
As I prepare for more medical tests this week and the dreaded IED next week, I am doing well on the diet, as I have stopped eating sweets. No candy, cookies, pies, or cakes. I am amazed at how much I miss them, so maybe Douglas was right that I needed to temper my sweet needs.
Sweets have been my comfort foods, because as a child, it seemed that the only times I was truly happy were the few times I had candy, cookies, or cake and pie. As an adult, when depression weighed me down or I had a bad day, the sweet taste of sugary foods made me feel happier, or at least I thought so. I would go to the store and buy chocolate bars, cakes, ice cream, milk, and malted balls, and nearly put myself in a sugar coma. It seemed better than fighting with my mind.
Yet, I am enjoying finding that I can cope with the vagaries of life without sugar, as I must confess that having a defibrillator in my chest scares me. I keep hoping that the doctors will decide that I don’t need it, after all. But, my hope and trust is in God to protect and keep me wherever I am.
Psalm 139: 3-6 states, “You see me when I travel and when I rest at home. You know everything I do. You know what I am going to say even before I say it, Lord. You go before me and follow me. You place your hand of blessing on my head. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too great for me to understand!”
So, I must soldier on for another week, mentally preparing myself for surgery again. But, in the meantime, I will savor every day, enjoying life to the fullest, and blogging to my heart’s content.