Tuesday Tumor Talk

I'm officially one week tumorless and I'm happy to report that I'm finally feeling back to normal. Still a little sore (btw the pain scale I made up was pretty dead on. Hurts less than a broken leg, but more than getting your wisdom teeth out) and a little swollen, but other than that I'm good as new! I thought I'd give y'all a little picture montage of surgery day and some before/after shots, so you can see exactly what my little tumor friend looked like. It's pretty nasty, so feel free to stop reading here and come back later. Don't say I didn't warn you. Seriously, it's disgusting...you don't wanna see it. You do? Really? Well, ok then. If you insist...

That's my "here goes nothin'" face...

One last shot of Tommy the Tumor

Got checked in to the hospital and they literally gave me a buzzer like the do at restaurants. Sketchy.

Apparently the last thing I said before I passed out was "Save him in a cup, I want to say goodbye" So when I woke up they handed me Tommy, in a jar. SICK.

A close up shot, because this wasn't already disgusting enough. Hubs was fascinated. Again, SICK.

Sayonara Tumor!

Literally passed out the second I got home.

So there you go. They sent my little Tommy off to pathology and like we thought, he was harmless. I go in for a post-op appointment on the 15th and after this whole fiasco should be complete! Thanks again for all of your incredible support/prayers/encouragement. Y'all are too good to me!

Always,

L

Blessed Beyond Measure

How women sleep the night before they know they are going in to have a baby is just beyond me. I stayed up as late as possible, took some Tylenol PM, had a BIG glass of wine and I still woke up before 6...and I'm just going to have a tumor! Well, have it removed...which is actually nothing like childbirth so I guess that was a pretty lame analogy. Whatevs. I got a chance to hop on the internet machine this morning and read several incredibly sweet messages/emails/blog posts offering me prayers and encouragement and they almost brought me to tears. Y'all are too good to me and I feel beyond blessed to have each of you in my life and count you as my friends.

Surgery was rescheduled last minute yesterday. So now the hubs and I have to be at the hospital at 9:30am and operation tumor destruction will commence at 11am. I'm ready. I woke up with an unusually calm spirit and I'm just ready to get this all behind me (all the while collecting hilarious moments to blog about).

I thought I would let everyone know that I taught Nate how to operate the video feature on my iPhone, so hopefully we'll get some really good "lauren-is-as-high-as-Michael-Jackson" footage for your viewing pleasure :) I doubt I'll be this funny:



But I'll do my best!

Thanks again for keeping me in your thoughts and prayers. Y'all rock my socks!


Always,

L

P.S. I'm also going to apologize in advance if I blow up your blogger feed the next few days. I'll be stranded on the couch, with nothing but pain killers and 3 crazy dogs to keep me company. If I did my math correctly, that adds up to some redic internet time.

P.S.S. This verse has been playing on repeat in my head, so I had to share. His grace is definitely sufficient for me. My God is good, all the time. All the time, my God is good.

"But he said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me." 2 Cor. 12:9

Amen? Amen.