Dear Readers,
Five weeks after my hysterectomy, my stitches came loose, and my small intestines came out of my body!
I held them up and my husband drove me to emergency room, where I was fixed up within a short time. Stayed at the hospital for two nights, where I had a roommate with a drunk boyfriend. It was an interesting time, for sure!
There is always something!
Back to square one, sitting and waiting to heal.
Yet, I am feeling joyful because I can walk a little, smell flowers, write, and I am not in much pain! I can laugh, because I know, this is life. I surrender. My body is going to do whatever it wants to, and I can just go along for the ride!
While in the hospital, I found this poem, by Izumi Shikibu, in a small daily healing book:
Although the wind
blows terribly here,
the moonlight also leaks,
between the roof planks
of this ruined house.
There will always be storms in our lives. We will cry and grieve, yet somehow, we find the courage to carry on.
I find courage in words of others. I find hope and strength reading from their wisdom.
I have used this quote from Helen Keller before, but I cannot help but post it again:
Most people measure their happiness in terms of physical pleasure and material possession. Could they win some visible goal which they have set on the horizon, how happy they could be! Lacking this gift or circumstance, they would be miserable. If happiness is to be so measured, I who cannot hear or see have every reason to sit in a corner with folded hands and weep. If I am happy in spite of my deprivations, if my happiness is so deep that it is a faith, so thoughtful that it becomes a philosophy of life, – if in short, I am an optimist, my testimony to the creed of optimism is worth hearing.”
I am not always optimistic, just ask my husband, especially in the morning before a bit of coffee! (Which he is bringing me right now!)
I strive to be more joyful than complaining, because as much as misery loves company, I would rather sing flowers!
With Rainbows of Flowers,
And all my Intestines,
On Day 1737,
Wendy
PS – For those who follow me, our kitchen is done!! Keith did a wonderful job! It brings in so much light!
Untipsyteacher 
Oh no Wendy! How scary that must have been, my husband would have fainted instead of drive me to the hospital 😀 And a drunken boyfriend too?! I’m hoping this will be the end of your medical issues for a while, but as always you are able to share beautiful words and photos. Sending get-well hugs xx
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Hi Lori! Just so grateful I have good health care, live close to a good hospital, and have a husband that can handle strange things!
xo
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Sending get well wishes too! My goodness, what a story. The fact that you were able to write about it while being so upbeat and entertaining is such a testament to your overall positive attitude. Thank you for making me go “ohhh wow” today!!
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I kept a lot of the nasty details private! Lol!
Thank you, Habitdone!
xo
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Wendy, I am so encouraged to see this blog. Youre message is sure to inspire many.
Keep the courage. As Paul wrote I am content with little as I am with much. That was what he found to be the secret to real happiness.
Sounds like you found it too. Much love and respect.
Kip
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Thank you so much, Kip! Yes, that is the secret!
xo
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I’m glad you’re on the mend, Wendy. How scary! I admire you and your husband for remaining level-headed. Wishing you peace and good health — I hope you’ll be out enjoying your beautiful back yard soon! 🌺
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Thank you, Julie! Was scary for a bit! I only fell apart for a little bit when we went into ER!
xo
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You are always a joy. Keep resting!maybe we can meet in banff!
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I sure hope so!
Thank you, Anne!
xo
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oh wendy, you are such a trooper and such a light in this life! Love this post and that poem! And this renoporn!!! Wow, I can only think of a dutch word for this, it looks “prachtig”! (wonderful, splendid, gorgeous, superb, all rolled in one :))) xoxo stl
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p.s. just realized that prachtig pronounced in english will sound horrible, lol. but in dutch it has two fricative /g/’s and a rolled /r/ and sounds divine. ;))
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Like, wow. I’m glad you are healing again and not in pain! Love being on this journey of life with you, Wendy.
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It sure is a crazy journey, that’s for sure!
Lol!
xo
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Dear Wendy, I wrote a comment on this post yesterday, did it not get sent or maybe ended in spam?!
Anyway, what a post! You are such a trooper. (As is your hubs.) How awful about the hysterectomy complication – that is way way way too crazy and it feels like that should not have happened, it must have been a horrible shock.
The poem is wonderful, as is the quote from Hellen Keller.
And your apartment is just beautiful!!!
xoxo st
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Oh, thank you so much! It certainly has been interesting around here!
xo
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Wendy! I’m sorry you have had a rough go but I absolutely love your attitude and perspective. Heal up in that beautiful new garden with coffee delivery from your sweet husband who also appears to be quite talented in kitchen renovation. Love, Diana
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Hi Diana!
Thank you! He’s a keeper my guy!
xo
Wendy
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Oh my, here’s hoping the medaling is going much better 💜
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Thank you, Deborah! It was crazy for a bit, there!
xo
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That should have been healing – damn auto correct…
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Lol! I got it!
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