Rain, recovery, pregnancies

Of course, our neighbor was right when he told me it would eventually rain. It always does - eventually. It did yesterday. After several seeks of rain passing by us we were happy to get what we got. We got over an inch in long gentle showers and occasional bursts of rain. We are still behind on average totals, but it was a blessing to see the ground soaked. Areas only a few miles from us got several times as much as we did, but that is not something we can change. It is too late for the trees and shrubs that have already given up, but it will be enough to make the grass turn green again. It may be enough to keep the large oak trees we have from dying. Mama may even get to mow a couple times this summer. There is no more rain in the forecast this week, but the temperatures are predicted to stay below 100° F. That will be a nice change. As always, we will take what we get.

Mama went in for her physical therapy yesterday as scheduled. The therapist hinted that she may have healed more quickly than anticipated which could have caused the scar tissue from her surgery to be thicker than he commonly sees. I am not sure what that means exactly other than it may cause her more pain in accomplishing the motion she is striving for. He recommended getting into therapy much more quickly after the next surgery…which he expects will be performed sooner rather than later. Mama and I talked about it quite a bit last night. My thinking is that the sooner we get this done the better, but I am going to be gone the week of the 10^th of September.

With that on my schedule, I am suggesting she get the surgery on Monday the 3^rd. That way I can spend the first week with her. She would rather wait until the 17^th of September. That would be okay, but we have tickets to fly to Honduras Thanksgiving Day. I would rather her be almost twelve weeks into her recovery versus being at nine weeks when we travel. Since we are at the eight-week mark right now with the first surgery, we can infer what range of motion and level of pain she will be in during the security lines, the boarding lines, the painful seating in the waiting areas, and the long flight cramped into a normal seat on a plane. Plus, we will miss several therapy sessions during our travel. My thought is to have her as far into the healing process as possible. Ultimately, the surgical team will decide the date, but we might have a bit of input. We will know more when she sees the doctor on the 28^th, only two weeks from today.

Trace called Mama last night to ask for a ride over to get their van. He got paid for the work he did at the RV park and it is more than enough to start paying off the work done to the van. Mama will also be taking Krystal to a couple places in Decatur to see if she can get the paperwork put in to get emergency pregnancy care. So far, all her searches have been unsuccessful is getting the help she needs. She is over five months pregnant, going on six months. She really does need to get some care from a gynecologist and get set up for this delivery. I know it will all work out, but we are anxious to see the path forward for her and Trace.

Speaking of pregnancies’, Becky called Mama on our way home from church Sunday evening to let Mama know that she is pregnant. Grandchild number 14 on the way.