A dear friend told me she had missed reading my blog, and asked when I was going to write again. My reply? ‘I don’t feel like writing, I need to concentrate on my recovery, body no be wood’ She understood, and said ‘no pressure’. And there the topic ended. I was being truthful when I said I didn’t feel like writing, but it’s not as if a million and one post haven’t been jostling about in my thoughts, each one wanting to be the first to get written. I have reined them all in, and will start with this.
I was able to travel to Nigeria with my family for the first time in 16 years in April. I was very excited at the thought of seeing my beloved country again, and for the opportunity to show my children where they are from. I was touched when I heard Egirl tell a teacher at school that she was going ‘home’ to Nigeria on holiday. There was lots of drama preceding our trip, none the least of which was obtaining our Nigerian passports. It was my first ever Nigerian passport, and the hoops I jumped through to obtain it has made me value and cherish my very own green card (and pages) very dearly. We eventually got our passports a day before we travelled, you can not begin to imagine the relief we felt. ‘Did you leave off applying for them too late?’ I hear you wonder. ‘No o, we applied for them in January’ but that whole story is a blog post in itself. Soon to come. And before you ask, I wasn’t incarcerated for any period of my sojourn away from home, I just didn’t get round to making it back. So there.
Our stay there was great, we travelled from Lagos to Akure, and from there to Efon-Alaaye, and then back to Lagos. The girls took to it like ducks to water, they had a blast. And God kept us safe throughout. No accidents, no mishaps. Thank you Jesus.
I am grateful to Jehovah Rapha, the Lord God my Healer.
A week to the day after we returned, I had a meeting with the surgeon and his scalpel, for the purpose of increasing my bionicity. Everything went well, the surgeons were pleased, and so was I. I was in hospital for about five days, my orthopaedic and haematology consultants said I looked too healthy to be on admission, so I was discharged. Glory be to God. It’s been three weeks now, I can walk about without crutches for short periods, and I am truly thankful to God. Not just for seeing me through yet another gruelling bout of surgery, but for blessing me with the husband I have.
T has been great. He has taken time off work, and has been caring for me and our girls. No easy task I tell you, but he has carried it off admirably. Dispensing my medication, bathing and caring for the girls, ferrying them to and from school, cooking for and feeding us, all this without complaining, I really do thank God. I truly believe he has been a great part of the reason I have recovered so well, so quickly. I have not had to worry or think about anything except protecting my healing hip from the energetic exertions of Ebaby, and for this I am thankful. It is no small thing to be accepted and loved the way you are, flaws and all. He’ll probably never read this, but thank you T, you rock my world.
I am thankful for family, and for friends. For calls that kept coming in, for the messages that were sent. For your visits, your well wishes, and for your prayers. The Lord will hear you when you call upon Him, He will answer you in the day of trouble in Jesus name. Amen.
I hadn’t felt like writing, but when I thought of God’s goodness, and all He has done for me since I went AWOL on this blog, I realised I had to write. If only to say ‘Thank you Lord’.
I am grateful for you my reader, as always, thanks for stopping by .