Comfort

There is something to be said about the amazing feeling of comfort. These last few weeks have opened my eyes to the many things that can be taken for granted. Comfort is one of those things. Here are three of the things that have brought me comfort recently, that have me Thanking my Heavenly Father most generously. 

Home

Wednesday was an amazing day knowing that we were leaving Cancer Care for the last time. 

We packed our bags in restless anticipations and not-so-calmly waited for the nurse to discharge us. 

It was almost surreal to walk out of those doors and know that we would never see those nurses again. Half part sad, half part glad. We didn't get to come home to our real home, but the moment we opened the door to our RMH room...we took a cleansing breath. We were "home." Such is the blessing of RMH when you can't leave Seattle. I am SO grateful to have this home-away-from-home. 

Bed

After we got all unpacked, we crawled into our beds and took a much needed nap. A THREE HOUR much needed nap. As I was coming out of sleep, limbs and mind numb, I marveled at how comfortable the beds away from the hospital really are. And that we didn't have to worry about nurses and CNA's that were going to come and wake him every five minutes. The beds are not our own, but they were the most comfort we had felt in a whole week. 

Food

Oh man, this is a big one for me. This one has been ever-present in my mind since January 31! At the first of all of this mess there were procedures and tests that needed Caden's stomach empty in case of emergency surgeries. Remember, he had internal bleeding from that massive tumor. He could be taken back at any moment. This left Caden in a near-constant state of starvation. He never complained about the lack of food, but often fretted that he might not get a drink soon enough. He was just so thirsty. So, with all of this worry and food-less time, it's easy to lose a few pounds yourself. There is NO way I was going to talk about my own hollow stomach when he's the one that is really suffering. There were also many times that we would rush from one thing to the next, so it was often easy to forget the time and hunger. 

Since then, it has been easier to eat. And man, it's been fattening! Because, let's face it, when you are feeling the weight of such a monumental undertaking, the first thing you want to grab is not a healthy salad, but a big, fat, juicy, greasy Cheeseburger and fries. And the piece of Apple Pie or a carrot Cake that they have tempting you as you head to the cashier. This is Seattle, so of course they always have a salad bar. And, yes, like all-things- Green in Seattle, it's always over.the.top.  It's usually the nurses and doctors that eat it. You can totally tell who the parents are. It's not by the bright orange lanyards we are required to wear, but the total lack of healthy greens on our plates. We tend to go for comfort in our times of stress. Let's be honest, if there ever was a time to "live in the moment," or "eat, drink, and be merry," it's now. And salad bars do not make me happy. I used to really worry about my weight. I used to fret about the way clothes looked on me. Please, eat your salad and be sad! I'm eating me some COMFORT!! And it feels pretty darn amazing. Wanna bite?!