I think I'm back!

I haven't posted in three months because the last time I tried, I was unable to get the wretched blogspot to accept normal typing, so I thought I'd been locked out somehow. In the last three months my bunion has been healing, but much slower than I expected. Now I understand why I was advised by others who have had this surgery that you should do both feet at the same time, otherwise you'll never get the other foot done. I'm so there and I so understand. I've purchased three pair of very comfortable shoes which I wear all the time. It's still difficult to wear sandles much because anything stiff over that incision just is too uncomfortable. I would still advise anyone to have the surgery if they're in pain as I was prior to the surgery. But realize that it will take, in my opinion, six months to a year to heal. When I had my knee replacement last summer I fully expected a long recovery. So with any surgery, just expect it to take awhile and if you heal more quickly, be thankful!
The most exciting thing this past week was to witness L & J being united now with three children - they got their two beautiful children from Haiti and they also got a bonus boy, so triple blessings for them. It was so emotional to see the conclusion of a three-year process!
The hardest thing this past week was to hear about our grandson being really sick and we're 1400 miles away and can't do any of the hand holding and giving physical support to our daughter - but we sent lots of prayers and text messages. Isn't this modern age wonderful? I was reminded of the many times when we were living in Germany and when our daughter got sick with asthma I was virtually alone in the process. I would scoop her up with a trash bag to puke into, put her in the little Fiat station wagon I had, and speed literally off to the hospital in Frankfort about 15 minutes away. One time I scooped her up, then proceeded to slide/fall down the wooden steps in our house and still get her to the bathroom before she got sick. I got her to Frankfort that time in 9 minutes flat with a stick shift car and a right arm that I wondered if it were broken because it hurt so much! At that time we didn't have a telephone in our house and could only write letters to our loved ones and get answers back. That's when I learned to be confident in my abilities and to be proactive in getting the medical care for our daughter. I did grow from the situation and am a better person today because of those difficulties.