Being at home

We are very happy that we live in Canada and that we are home. It is a good thing to be far, far away from what you know so that you can remember to be grateful for what you have and where you live. To be able to have fruit whenever I want, or having cold milk that smells normal with my cereal, or eating something other then chicken are wonderful things. To explain these good things a little more, we were not supposed to eat fruit because it would have been washed with their regular water which we were told not to drink either. (Funny thing though, my husband thought he would eat and drink that stuff anyway so that he could tell people that it was fine. Well, he got sick.) Poor guy! I guess he can't tell people to just eat it anyway:) And, who eats boiled milk with cereal? And the smell was not so great either. I really do like chicken, but a variety of food is nice. I am a picky eater as it is, so this was not a great part of the trip for me. However, Mike and Kevin found a Pizza Hut one night and they smuggled in a personal size pizza for Jen and I. I had a cheese pizza and it was like I had never eaten anything better in my life. We were all very happy after that supper.

On a more serious note, my leg is getting better. I had a bruise from my groin all the way down to my foot. I was sure that I was going to have to get my leg amputated. That would have sucked seeing as how this procedure is supposed to help my legs and my walking. Losing a leg would just seem wrong because of that huh? I was very concerned. My groin is torn and more then likely it will not grow back together. But, the doctor says that it won't affect me too much. the pain is so much better. Mike was so concerned for me and he felt so bad for me. He is so good to me. If you can believe it though, I can make him mad sometimes. It's hard to imagine, I know. One morning, my leg was looking so bad, he told me to stay in bed all day. He caught me rolling my eyes at him and that did not go over very well. So, I made a deal with him. I said I would stay in bed until 10 AM. He ended up thinking that was ok as long as I put my feet up all day. He was just caring about me and rolling my eyes at him just kind of came out, accidentally. It was not very nice of me. I mean he had every reason to be concerned about me when he was not there-I was getting dressed one morning to go to a movie with him and I could not fit my left leg into my pants. Once I did get them on, I looked ridiculous. One normal leg and one that looked like it was about to tear my pants open. And i could not put my shoe on either. It was either one shoe or no shoes. I went with no shoes. Sounds fun, right?

Anyway, we are going to be interviewing physio therapists; we want the right one. Now that my leg is healing, I will start excersising again. I have a tough road ahead of me but I am going to give it my all. I know there will be ups and downs-I will share them as they come. My ups and downs are my husbands as well. He is always with me every step of the way. We need your prayers for this part of our journey.

LaDawne