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Hi,
I would like to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving. (Better late than never) Wow what a year. Dec 6th marks a full year all ready. On Thanks giving one usually gathers with friends or family and takes turns on what they're thankful for as they review their past year. On that note I'm forced to make a choice. How does one review such a year. Yes there were blessings amongst the horrors. I cry for my Bruce and yet knowing he is holding me through this I laugh as I draw my strength through God and my memories. Remember how Bruce would have me open a gate or door and his mystery Turkey would travel the room and then would slip out again? If he got away with it, he proudly smile and guide me to our next victims of child like play and pleasure. My Bruce is dear in my heart. My pain is only deep because I've been blessed with great love, friendship and memories. When life challenges us, take the challenge and face anything asked of you armored up in Gods love and protection, but it is normal to hurt when their is such a great lose as with a love one. Holidays can be rough but I hold on to the traditions that Bruce and I shared and rise above the hurt with the warmth of his love and memories we shared. Happy Thanksgiving everyone and give each other a hug and say that's from Shelly and Bruce. I Love You All and hope to see my Az family and friends sometime this year.
God Bless
Love Shelly
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Howdey Everyone
I thought I'd take a minute to write you. Thank you for all the prayers and support. As you have all ready heard the surgery took 3 hours longer then planned, but all went well. Do to the rebuilding of my femur bone the surgery was done without a tourniquet. Therefore I was given 5 units of blood over the next two days following. I did consider becoming a vampire for Halloween, but then realized I also would make a good Mrs. Frankin Stine with my new 54 staples on my leg. Decisions, decisions.
It was rough at first but resting and renew in the palm of God's hand, the strength is coming back. Thank you all being my leaning pole as I renew and heal. The surgery was Monday and by Thursday I was moved to Mary Free Bed. This is a Hospital for rehabilitation. I had 6-8 hours of therapy a day, lots of naps in between and many happy pills.
The first day therapy started at 7:30 am. I was grumpy to think so much was asked of one so soon that truly was hurting but I grumped my way through and was ready by 7:20 and ready for a nap already.
When the first therapist came at 7:30 she explained I did what they had scheduled to help me with and were amazed I did so much without assistance. 7:30- 8:00 was to get help on bathing, 8:00-8:30 was eating therapy, which I have not been hindered in any way in that department. Then 8:30-9:00 was to learn to get dressed using the hip kit and many other aids, following with 9:30-10:00 was make-up hour. Now my work was cut out for me to achieve all that was necessary in 30 minutes. And that was how each day started after that. No more of doing it on my own and being done by 7:30. The grumping stopped.
Then you get a 1 hour nap and believe it or not, the simple tasks in life that we so easily do without thinking truly is a work out for me now. Yes I could easily cry on how my life has totally changed but I am seeing a world that I never stopped to watch in a long time. It either makes you or can break you. It won't beat me cause I will do what ever God asks of me.
Then I headed down stairs to the work out room. There they had an apartment for you to practice transfers, and home tasks. As I stumbled in my attempts, the therapist saw me through many ways until we found what worked best for me. I learned and they costumed made me equipment to help me through my new life. I'd work 2-3 hours in the afternoons, nap and more happy pills.
But you know what? As I waited for my turn for therapy I met others that had there own stories. Victims of drunk drivers, People that rolled their cars dodging deer and even someone that went on vacation, sat on the bed by the window of an hotel room visiting with her family while outside sat a man in his car. He was angry with his hotel bill so he chose to run his car through the hotel window back it up and run it through the other room across the road, running over this lady that sat there visiting with her family. This woman buried two family members and now is left paralysed from the armpits down. This woman has the warmest smile and a forgiving heart. She too lives for God and not for her wants or needs. How does anyone handle such changes without God? I've seen the Hurt I lived the Hurt, I've had great lose in loosing my Honey and I've seen and heard so much in these hospitals and therapy rooms. People, it doesn't always happen to the other guy. It can happen to you. Please don't wait until tomorrow to met God. He'll wait but do you have the time? Please stop taking chances by putting off to the tomorrows when your mind is with you today. I love you enough to want to share God with you. Can I help? This is a journey that I just couldn't do without God's promises and fellow Christian's praying me through.
I'm back home now. I can't walk for 2 months then if the bone has healed I can add weight slowly as I begin to walk again. I am 1 month away from when this all began. I've lost so much this year yet witnessed allot of blessings that is seeing me through this. I will be playing soon, I pray.
For the record I dressed my roommates, that I sit and have dinner with for Halloween. Betty, about 85? wore black and a sign that said pepper, Ilah 93 wore white and a sign that said salt,
Wanda 87? wore pink and a sign that said cinnamon and I middle age wore brown and a sign that said brown sugar and my mom, older than middle age wore green and a sign that said "The spice Girls" I made them silver hats and full blown hooker like make-up we shared allot of laughs that after noon.
I still need my happy pills. This surgery really has been hard and allllooottt!! of pain but I am making progress. I love you all and I am thankful of each and every one of you.
Love
Shelly Rose
It was rough at first but resting and renew in the palm of God's hand, the strength is coming back. Thank you all being my leaning pole as I renew and heal. The surgery was Monday and by Thursday I was moved to Mary Free Bed. This is a Hospital for rehabilitation. I had 6-8 hours of therapy a day, lots of naps in between and many happy pills.
The first day therapy started at 7:30 am. I was grumpy to think so much was asked of one so soon that truly was hurting but I grumped my way through and was ready by 7:20 and ready for a nap already.
When the first therapist came at 7:30 she explained I did what they had scheduled to help me with and were amazed I did so much without assistance. 7:30- 8:00 was to get help on bathing, 8:00-8:30 was eating therapy, which I have not been hindered in any way in that department. Then 8:30-9:00 was to learn to get dressed using the hip kit and many other aids, following with 9:30-10:00 was make-up hour. Now my work was cut out for me to achieve all that was necessary in 30 minutes. And that was how each day started after that. No more of doing it on my own and being done by 7:30. The grumping stopped.
Then you get a 1 hour nap and believe it or not, the simple tasks in life that we so easily do without thinking truly is a work out for me now. Yes I could easily cry on how my life has totally changed but I am seeing a world that I never stopped to watch in a long time. It either makes you or can break you. It won't beat me cause I will do what ever God asks of me.
Then I headed down stairs to the work out room. There they had an apartment for you to practice transfers, and home tasks. As I stumbled in my attempts, the therapist saw me through many ways until we found what worked best for me. I learned and they costumed made me equipment to help me through my new life. I'd work 2-3 hours in the afternoons, nap and more happy pills.
But you know what? As I waited for my turn for therapy I met others that had there own stories. Victims of drunk drivers, People that rolled their cars dodging deer and even someone that went on vacation, sat on the bed by the window of an hotel room visiting with her family while outside sat a man in his car. He was angry with his hotel bill so he chose to run his car through the hotel window back it up and run it through the other room across the road, running over this lady that sat there visiting with her family. This woman buried two family members and now is left paralysed from the armpits down. This woman has the warmest smile and a forgiving heart. She too lives for God and not for her wants or needs. How does anyone handle such changes without God? I've seen the Hurt I lived the Hurt, I've had great lose in loosing my Honey and I've seen and heard so much in these hospitals and therapy rooms. People, it doesn't always happen to the other guy. It can happen to you. Please don't wait until tomorrow to met God. He'll wait but do you have the time? Please stop taking chances by putting off to the tomorrows when your mind is with you today. I love you enough to want to share God with you. Can I help? This is a journey that I just couldn't do without God's promises and fellow Christian's praying me through.
I'm back home now. I can't walk for 2 months then if the bone has healed I can add weight slowly as I begin to walk again. I am 1 month away from when this all began. I've lost so much this year yet witnessed allot of blessings that is seeing me through this. I will be playing soon, I pray.
For the record I dressed my roommates, that I sit and have dinner with for Halloween. Betty, about 85? wore black and a sign that said pepper, Ilah 93 wore white and a sign that said salt,
Wanda 87? wore pink and a sign that said cinnamon and I middle age wore brown and a sign that said brown sugar and my mom, older than middle age wore green and a sign that said "The spice Girls" I made them silver hats and full blown hooker like make-up we shared allot of laughs that after noon.
I still need my happy pills. This surgery really has been hard and allllooottt!! of pain but I am making progress. I love you all and I am thankful of each and every one of you.
Love
Shelly Rose
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