Home Again, Jiggity Jig…Well, Maybe Not a Jig.
Sorry for some slow posting; I’ve just arrived home from the hospital. I had surgery on Friday and before I tell you why, here’s a silly picture of me right before they came and put the epidural in and fitted me with that sexy hairnet thing:
Some folks may know from watching LOQ on PBS that I was ill a few years ago; we mentioned it on the show a couple times. I had super super short hair on one season, but that’s just a nice way of saying I was almost bald. I lost almost all my hair when I was sick and going through a rocky couple years of setbacks, complications, and slow recovery.
I was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis in 2008 and since then, it’s been a circus of physical suffering and trial. That’s the bad news. The good news is that it’s also been an intense period so far of gratitude and growth — but I’m not going to sugar coat it. I’ve gone through two ileostomies, a whole bunch of surgeries (five and hopefully NOT counting) and a lot of nasty, nasty days of slow recovery to the “new normal.” UC is like Crohn’s disease, by the way; you can read all about the fun and games here, if you dare — warning: gross pictures.
Anyway, I had a surgery on Friday and I’m happy to report that I’m home, home, home from the hospital! This is a big deal. Considering the nature of the surgery, it’s amazing I only had to spend a couple days there. Oh, I’m not feeling very well. But I’m home, which means that I’m doing okay. (They don’t let you go home unless they’re at least 99% sure you won’t sue them for doing so.)
I make quilts for a lot of reasons and I’ve gotten more involved in the family business for a lot of reasons, too. But one of the reasons I make quilts is because I believe that when life as you know it is smashed into a zillion pieces, it makes perfect sense to take fabric as you know it, cut THAT into a zillion pieces, and sew it back together again, preferably in a nice pattern with a French fold binding.
If you have your health, be glad. If you have patchwork, be glad-er. Because it helps so much. Why do we make quilts? Because they make it all better.