rest and recovery.

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.