Just a short update here, I am quite exhausted.
The cellulitis, it seems, is finally getting under control. Yesterday was the high point of concern, and after consulting lots with my homeopathic practitioner, and listening to Robert's opinions, we stayed out of the hospital. I was very scared last night, and felt like I should go in. I wanted to stay out of the hospital, and a small voice in me told me that I could do that this time. But, seeing and feeling how the cellulitis was progressing, it scared me, for obvious reasons.
I am taking oral antibiotics as well as a homeopathic regimen, and I just had to get over that "hump" of things getting worse before they get better yesterday, and I feel better. I did too much yesterday, but that was my decision. I was at a funeral, then I drove Shifra to-and-from ballet, then took her to a play that I had promised her we'd go see together.
I knew it was too much. That was part of why I could hold out last night and avoid the hospital, knowing that if I can rest, it would get better. So, I slept all day today. It was a day off for the country, it was Israeli election day. I went out to vote, but besides that, I was in bed. I felt so light-headed, I hope I voted for the party I intended to vote for!
Today the area is not as red, and the spreading has receded. The dotted lines I drew around the spreading redness no longer mark the edges of the infection, thank Gd.
The pain is still there. I am sure it will take some more time for that to get better, too. It sort of feels like a knife in my skin each time the leg folds at the graft (ie, all the time I sit, stand, walk). It is not lots better than yesterday, but I know that with the redness receding, the pain will improve, too.
This was (is) a good experience for me. I learned (am learning) that my body can stand up to potentially dangerous infections, and that I can trust my little inner voice telling me if I really need to go to hospital, or if I can wait it out and see. Let's pray that this direction continues. I am looking forward to the pain fading away, as well. Time, patience, trust. All good things to embrace.
My eyes are shutting by themselves, so I'll close here.
Let's pray that this healing trend continues!
- Be'er Sheva, Israel
- Being a doula, I regularly witness miracles. I see blood, sweat and tears, and at the same time, euphoric joy and awe. I help birth babies. I'm also an established orchestra musician, and a religious Zionist. In May 2007 I almost died. I had hernia surgery, and developed an infection 4 days later. It progressed to Necrotizing Faciitis (NF) and I landed in the ICU on a respirator. I woke up from the coma, slowly understanding that I had serious body damage, but everyone was glad to see me alive. Slowly the implications sunk in. While in hospital, my SIL started a website hosted by CaringBridge.org to inform friends and family of progress. When I came home, I took over writing. The posts were filled with blood, sweat, fears, and many tears. It started to feel like I was blogging, rather than simply disseminating information on my well being. This blog was born, about the next phase of healing. The original illness is over, but in the aftermath, I am fighting more rare diseases, and needing more surgeries. There are elements of illness-induced loneliness and pain, as well as plenty of faith and hope. I invite you to join me on my journey!