This year, I’ve had several rounds of major dental work. The last couple days have been spent recovering from the most recent surgery.
In spite of how sad I look, yesterday was a good day.
I was reminded just how blessed I am. Friends and coworkers checking in via text message, delivering milkshakes and applesauce and making dinner for us. My mom insisting on coming over to do my dishes so I wouldn’t worry about it. Having a live-in nurse(ing student) to help me figure out the medications I’m supposed to be taking and when.
I am so grateful for this community that surrounds me. And for the opportunity to learn how to accept the help — and rest — that’s being offered to me.