I'm laying in bed, recovering from MOHS and the reconstructive surgery that was needed (because the basal cell spot on my nose was large, the took cartilage from my cheek and nose to create a patch.

Lows

* It most definitely hurts. I'm alternating Tylenol and Motrin, checking my timer with regularity to see when I can take the next dose. It feels like my cheek and nose are on fire. Ouch. But only a day at this level, according to my very nice nurse, who seemed to know how brave I was being (needles, knives, cauterization, stitches - I mean, you do need to be brave!).

* I am not particularly vain about my looks - don't wear make-up, don't dye my gray hair. But I'm feeling some sorta way about the scars ahead and will be looking to up my scar prevention game (ie, more than Aquaphor when I remember). 

* I can't wear my readers - they hit the bandage on the bridge of my nose with just enough pressure that it adds to the pain. I though this would be a read-a-thon week, but that dream has slipped away. I'll be cuing up audio books tomorrow!

Highs

* My husband put the screens in our bedroom windows, so I'm hearing the birds, who are out in full force for this 70 degree day.

* My parents brought dinner by - polenta, asparagus, chicken cacciatore and visited, offering many reminders of how brave I am, even though I am 60 and should not need these reminders. (Note to self: write a long post about my amazing parents.)

* I can listen to audio books all day tomorrow!

It's 30 minutes 'til my next Tylenol, so I'm going to make some hot tea. I'll take that dose just as the Healing Circle with Valarie Kaur starts. I just know that hour will be one of care, of music, of "revolutionary love" - much needed medicine for the heart. Here's to all the healing needed for all the humans in our world.