My feet are puffy.
I know I’ve mentioned this before.
But this time it has a name-lymphedema
That’s just a fancy name for the swelling and fluid retention caused by the lymph nodes that were removed during surgery Or radiation. Or maybe I’m a mutant.
What we do know is it is not genetic.
And it will be something I deal with for the rest of my life.
Soooo, more therapy is in my future.
This therapy involves massage...
manual compression lymphatic massage. (Ha! Look at me all full of big long words and phrases). And thigh-high compression stockings. (Be jealous) There will also be some specific exercises and a few other things we may try.
Actually, all of me is puffy.
My surgeon said belly-button down is lymphedema. The rest of my puffiness were not sure. This is why things get so tricky. My body experienced so many big things in a relatively short amount of time that we’re not always sure what causes the different symptoms I experience. We often are treating the symptoms with a “wait-and-see” kind of attitude towards the cause.
So a little water pill has been introduced into my world. Hopefully this will be an easy solution to me being able to wear my rings and pants. And hopefully, therapy helps me able to wear something other than flip flops before the cold weather arrives.
And on a little bunny trail....I hope these posts never come across as me complaining. I try to avoid that. I am human and do have my moments. I get frustrated and emotional. But I do know that these “hiccups” are so minor in the grand scheme of things.
My hope is that my story gives someone else hope. That it will encourage. That it will lead them to the Lord. That their faith will be strengthened through their journey. After all, isn’t that what trials should do?
May this journey bring a blessing
May I rise on wings of faith
And at the end of my heart's testing
With Your likeness let me wake
Jesus draw me ever nearer
As I labor thro' the storm
You have called me to this passage
And I'll follow tho' I'm worn
Jesus guide me thro' the tempest
Keep my spirit staid and sure
When the midnight meets the morning
Let me love You even more
Let the treasures of the trial
Form within me as I go
And at the end of this long passage
Let me leave them at Your throne
MUSIC BY KEITH GETTY; WORDS BY MARGARET BECKER COPYRIGHT © 2002 THANKYOU MUSIC
I know I’ve mentioned this before.
But this time it has a name-lymphedema
That’s just a fancy name for the swelling and fluid retention caused by the lymph nodes that were removed during surgery Or radiation. Or maybe I’m a mutant.
What we do know is it is not genetic.
And it will be something I deal with for the rest of my life.
Soooo, more therapy is in my future.
This therapy involves massage...
manual compression lymphatic massage. (Ha! Look at me all full of big long words and phrases). And thigh-high compression stockings. (Be jealous) There will also be some specific exercises and a few other things we may try.
Actually, all of me is puffy.
My surgeon said belly-button down is lymphedema. The rest of my puffiness were not sure. This is why things get so tricky. My body experienced so many big things in a relatively short amount of time that we’re not always sure what causes the different symptoms I experience. We often are treating the symptoms with a “wait-and-see” kind of attitude towards the cause.
So a little water pill has been introduced into my world. Hopefully this will be an easy solution to me being able to wear my rings and pants. And hopefully, therapy helps me able to wear something other than flip flops before the cold weather arrives.
And on a little bunny trail....I hope these posts never come across as me complaining. I try to avoid that. I am human and do have my moments. I get frustrated and emotional. But I do know that these “hiccups” are so minor in the grand scheme of things.
My hope is that my story gives someone else hope. That it will encourage. That it will lead them to the Lord. That their faith will be strengthened through their journey. After all, isn’t that what trials should do?
May this journey bring a blessing
May I rise on wings of faith
And at the end of my heart's testing
With Your likeness let me wake
Jesus draw me ever nearer
As I labor thro' the storm
You have called me to this passage
And I'll follow tho' I'm worn
Jesus guide me thro' the tempest
Keep my spirit staid and sure
When the midnight meets the morning
Let me love You even more
Let the treasures of the trial
Form within me as I go
And at the end of this long passage
Let me leave them at Your throne
MUSIC BY KEITH GETTY; WORDS BY MARGARET BECKER COPYRIGHT © 2002 THANKYOU MUSIC