Recovering after my second cancer surgery ...

... Has taken weeks. My doctor wanted me to stay home at least until Februari, but I've had the urge to go back to work. 

Don't get me wrong! I have rested. I have read books, slept a lot, taken long walks and watched the entire DVD-box of Herman Wooks "War and remembrance". I have cried, loved and laughed. Spent time with my kids and my grandkids.

Yet something within me compels me to work. I work with cancer patient. I work with palliative care. And I have cancer. 
Close to home? Yes, sometimes. 
But that also makes me a better nurse. Facing my own fears and my own mortality draws me closer to God and His strength in my life.

I had a patient with the same diagnosis as me who died. I was there. I held her hand, wiped her tears. I gave her pain relief and helped her find a comfortable position in bed. We talked about life, about our hopes, fears and dreams. We talked about dying. She was at the end of her journey, I'm at the beginning of mine. I am grateful we shared journeys a little while.

I worked my first day today, after my surgery. It was tough, but also very meaningful. I am grateful for my job and I love being part of a professional team.

But most of all I loved coming home to my family. To meet them in the hallway and talk about our days. To laugh, hug and hold each other close. 

Life triumphed another day. My beloved family came together. I spoke to absent loved ones over the phone. I lived my life to the fullest today. And I loved it. 

The whole house is quiet. Everyone else is sleeping. It's midnight. My toddler is tossing and turning in her sleep next to me in my bed. 

Thank God that I can lay this day to rest. It has been a good day to live life.

My first day back at work.
Miss J's pretty today!
A happy miss N!
My beautiful town (borrowed pic from this weekend).
Another beautiful winter picture from this weekend (borrowed pic).
Family - the most important thing.


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