Sarah Blake LaRose (3kitties) wrote,
Sarah Blake LaRose

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emotional struggles and more surgery

I am struggling and confused. I want to be totally devoted to You. I want everything else to pale in comparison, for You to be the only thing that matters to me. I want it because You are the only One I can depend on. But I am feeling the emptiness which has been with me for the better part of 20 years. Amazing how those old memories are still so fresh! Did I keep visions clear in my mind, hoping for the day they would become reality? And now that I am too old for them, are they stuck there, parts of me frozen in time? How can they be healed? How can I be healed? You have told me that You love me this week... How else could I take such blessings as You have given? Will You tell them You love them, too--those parts of me who could never grow up? Will You hold them and tell them that You were there and that You have a plan for me, that You don't disappoint me? I have read that hope does not disappoint us; but I was young and put my hope in what I knew then, and it feels like hope did disappoint me.

Is it wrong for me to want a husband and a child? Is it wrong for me to want friends? I'm tired of wondering. I just want to lie down and sleep for a long time.

I'm having another cornea transplant on Tuesday. Am I doing the wrong thing? I don't know. It seemed so clear a few weeks ago. But that was when the vision was gone. Now the vision is back, and I am afraid to risk it. And if I lost the eye, how would I feel? I don't know how to make these decisions, and I don't want to do the wrong thing. I want a parent to decide for me. Not so that I can blame You, but because I don't want to do what isn't best for me. I don't want to do something out of pure greed. I'm just confused.

I'm sort of floundering today. I think it's a combination of too much of life's fun and perfectly normal roller coaster, being sick, and steroids playing games with me. I've been saying that for a few days now, haven't I? I'm thinking about trying to get the psychiatrist involved at this point. I'll get more steroids after surgery, and I'll have them for at least a year. Time to figure out some means of dealing with this. Mom's trying awfully hard to help me figure out natural ways to control the asthma problem--everything from daily housecleaning to losing weight to whatever else she can think of. None of those things are bad ideas, but they don't give very quick relief. Nancy called to see if we wanted to play Take One at her house. I asked if she could come here so I could stick close to the machine. I feel like a party pooper.

And it's beautiful outside, and I would love to take a walk with Dori. (I'm sure she'd love to take a walk, too.) Instead, I've been sitting here updating my accounts so I can pay my ISP and Website bills via my bank account and lose the $2 paper transaction charges. Hey, that's $4 more in my pocket each month. It's really not all bad today, and I'll be out of this mess at some point. I'm just having a lot of various anxieties, especially about surgery.

It was easy to say, "Go on with it already!" when I had nothing much to lose. I've had improvements since then--big improvements, like the kind that let you find baby socks on the floor after little babies kick them off--and I am now feeling the struggle, asking if I really want to do this and risk my only eye. A 90 percent success rate means little when you've already been part of the other 10 percent. But on the other hand, I think this doctor cares a lot more about the success of my transplant than the last one did; and I think he would do anything he could (even bring in other doctors to work on my immune system stuff) to help me make it. The fact that I have this much to lose is supposed to be a good thing, a sign that the transplant might benefit me.

I wonder if I felt all these things somehow when I had my first surgery. Mom says I cried one afternoon after it was over and told her I hadn't wanted to have it done. My eye was patched still at that point, and I was probably in a lot of pain (like last time). I wonder if I felt like I did last time, wondering if it was the right thing but (being eight years old) not being able to even think the thoughts. Mom also says that when I finally was able to open my eye and saw my favorite stuffed animal, I said, "I understand now."

I remember that moment. It was like a huge weight came off me. But I'm an adult now, and Iunderstand what's to lose, probably much more than I did when I was a child. And that makes me FEEL more childish. I want someone to decide for me--not so I can blame them if it doesn't work but because I want someone who knows how it's all going to turn out to not let me do it if it's the wrong thing. Maybe that's crazy.

This has all been building for a few days, and I have no doubt that it's as much of a contributing factor to my crying spells as the grief stuff. Of course, the other weird factor in this is that grief stuff and surgery always go hand in hand for me--I had just had eye surgery the very month before Vicki died, almost to the day. March through July is a hard time for me--a lot of hard memories come up around this time of year.


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