Getting personal. . .

The other day I received a note in the mail with this comment jotted as a postscript, "blogs can be just too impersonal". I'm not sure if the sender was referring to my blog, but I know the dilemma. . . share my life, but just how much?

So, this week I had my gall bladder removed, actually on Saturday I celebrated my 59th birthday and then on Tuesday I had surgery-my very first surgery ever, imagine that? And there were blessings, noteable blessings which accompanied this very personal aspect of my life:

Daughter-in-law: Gabrielle offered to come and sit at the surgery center with me; John commented, "You have the most wonderful daughters-in-law!" (indeed, I have two and both are the best!) So, Gabrielle came before my surgery- there I was laying in the little gown with my feet sticking out the end of the bed, waiting, just waiting. . . we had girl talk and it was comfortable. Then post surgery, there she was again, sitting close, waiting to help me into my clothes. With daughters, we have lots of opportunity to get personal during the growing up years, but with daughters-in-law the personal takes awhile. . . .if you know what I mean? So, it was good to have Gabrielle there close during my physical weakness, when life seems very personal.


Dinners: John and I have been getting food this week-yesterday it appeared asthough a restaurant came to my house; some of the dinners have come from younger women, the ones I meet with over coffee and the Word. Now they are serving me generously, creatively-and I'm thankful for their personal care.


So, I'm recovering-it doesn't hurt too much if I don't laugh, so I'm trying to live seriously this week. And, of course, John is here. . . "More hot tea?" he asks, and I answer, "Sure, more hot tea and the hot water bottle too, please. . ." (did I say I turned 59 last week?)