What a blessed relief it was to drive up our winding lane and enter home after my husband’s surgery!
I am absolutely overwhelmed by the encouraging words and prayers lifted on our behalf. If you’ve raised your voice to Heaven, begging for relief, only to have your hopes dashed, then you understand how amazing it feels to have prayers answered.
I am happy, happy, happy to report that my husband is doing well.
A couple days ago he had a follow-up appointment to remove the staples from his incisions and there was no sign of infection. He was warned by the doctor not to mistake the lack of evidence declaring major surgery on the OUTSIDE with what they did to him on the INSIDE.
He was solemnly adjured to continue to take it easy for several more weeks so that deep and necessary healing could occur.
Because my mind is never all that far away from thinking about Dominic, loss, my own grief journey and the many who join me here walking the same broken road, I quickly found myself comparing Hector’s surgery to the experience of child loss.
From the outside-very soon after all the formal visiting, meal bringing and memorial service or funeral-most bereaved parents look “fine”.
We have to.
The world doesn’t stop turning because our world imploded.
Work, life, family duties, household chores, and all the ordinary things determined by hours and calendars keep rolling along.
But on the inside, every bit of who we are, how we feel, what we think has been devastatingly poked, prodded, ripped apart and rearranged.
And just like there is no substitute for TIME in physical healing, there is no substitute for TIME in emotional, mental or spiritual healing either.
So if you are fresh on this path, new to the rigors of trying to “do life” while mourning your precious child, recognize that there is oh, so much damage where people can’t see.
Even when (or if!) you are able to return to some semblance of normal, to carry on with duties and obligations and even muster a smile for special occasions, your wounded heart will require special care.
Don’t let others hurry you along or dismiss your very real need to maintain safe boundaries to protect it.
My husband’s body will bear scars from his surgery although the inner works will undoubtedly heal fine. I’m thankful for modern medicine that makes it possible.
It’s not so easy to heal a broken heart.
I’m convinced that while there is a measure of healing in this life it will never be complete until eternity.
But I’m certain that healing can only occur when we give ourselves the grace, space and time necessary to do the work grief requires.
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So glad to hear Hector is on the mend. No rush, one step at a time.
Continued prayers for your husband’s recovery. Appreciate today’s blog, so very true. What we look like on the outside is nothing compared to the inner turmoil we face every day. Hugs and love always
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This was a really good one, Melanie. So glad that Hector is recovering. 💜
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