It's good to be home. DJ did great on the ride home thanks to the blow up donut pillow.
The night before we left, we had dinner out at a hip little waterfront restaurant where ducks were congregating. She was in a great mood-glad to be out and about and ready to move on with her life.
Interestingly, however, she is a bit overwhelmed at the prospect of dilating four times a day. She thinks it will be difficult to manage in spite of already being used to doing it twice a day. I tried to explain to her that anything new seems daunting but with repetition and practice, it will be less so fairly quickly. She looked dubious. Truthfully, I think her age works against her in this regard. To young people, the prospect of a few months' inconvenience seems like "forever."
The next morning, she picked up her spirometer- a device that encourages deep breathing and measures one's progress. Initially, she was able to make it to the 1500 mark, while only occasionally hitting the 2200 mark. That morning, however, she hit the 2200 mark each time she inhaled.
"It's so easy to do this now-just last week I could hardly ever do it and now I can get it to 2200 every time, so easily."
Of course, she didn't get the parallel....
"It will be like this for the dilating, as well. The more you do it, the less stressful it will be and you'll be able to do other things while you dilate. It won't seem difficult at all before you know it."
OK-that's a bit misleading: it's not as if she can go for a walk, or play the piano, but she could conceivably read, text, use the computer, while she waits for the 20 minutes to pass. And sure enough, the next day she chatted on the phone with me while she waited the obligatory 20 minutes.
"See? You're multi-tasking already," I told her.
She still has to keep an ace bandage wrapped around her chest so she doesn't want to shop for bathing suits yet. And today, she was a bit blue which is to be expected, according to the surgeon. DJ started back on her hormones yesterday, so some minor mood swings are to be expected. Yet, "Beverly Hills Ninja" is certainly making her perk up, heaven help me.
The next big decision is thinking about how to finish up her last year of high school. But I'm getting ahead of myself. For today, and maybe even this week, we'll just enjoy being home again.
The night before we left, we had dinner out at a hip little waterfront restaurant where ducks were congregating. She was in a great mood-glad to be out and about and ready to move on with her life.
Interestingly, however, she is a bit overwhelmed at the prospect of dilating four times a day. She thinks it will be difficult to manage in spite of already being used to doing it twice a day. I tried to explain to her that anything new seems daunting but with repetition and practice, it will be less so fairly quickly. She looked dubious. Truthfully, I think her age works against her in this regard. To young people, the prospect of a few months' inconvenience seems like "forever."
The next morning, she picked up her spirometer- a device that encourages deep breathing and measures one's progress. Initially, she was able to make it to the 1500 mark, while only occasionally hitting the 2200 mark. That morning, however, she hit the 2200 mark each time she inhaled.
"It's so easy to do this now-just last week I could hardly ever do it and now I can get it to 2200 every time, so easily."
Of course, she didn't get the parallel....
"It will be like this for the dilating, as well. The more you do it, the less stressful it will be and you'll be able to do other things while you dilate. It won't seem difficult at all before you know it."
OK-that's a bit misleading: it's not as if she can go for a walk, or play the piano, but she could conceivably read, text, use the computer, while she waits for the 20 minutes to pass. And sure enough, the next day she chatted on the phone with me while she waited the obligatory 20 minutes.
"See? You're multi-tasking already," I told her.
She still has to keep an ace bandage wrapped around her chest so she doesn't want to shop for bathing suits yet. And today, she was a bit blue which is to be expected, according to the surgeon. DJ started back on her hormones yesterday, so some minor mood swings are to be expected. Yet, "Beverly Hills Ninja" is certainly making her perk up, heaven help me.
The next big decision is thinking about how to finish up her last year of high school. But I'm getting ahead of myself. For today, and maybe even this week, we'll just enjoy being home again.
I have not commented before now, but I wanted to tell you how wonderful this story has been to follow. It hurts a little, of course, because there was no possibility of such a thing for me at DJ's age, but I truly rejoice that she will have a full life ahead of her -- with your blessing. Thank you for sharing your story (while astutely protecting identities).
ReplyDeleteVery pleased to hear this.
ReplyDeleteGlad you're all doing ok