Getting Better

He's smiling as best he can in this picture. Now that the swelling has gone down, mostly, his face is tender.

Yesterday he did all his own meds and I worked on remodeling Megan's bedroom. I love having him around the house. It's nice to have him near me. Though I have to keep yelling at him, "go lay down and rest! You shouldn't be walking around so much mister."

Thankfully the first week is behind us. It should only get better from here. Still, we won't know until the bone heals if all this trauma was worth it. Our orthodontist reminded me that this surgery was not a sure thing in curing Michael's chronic headaches. "It may not work."

It HAS to work! Surgery was our last option.

I am optimistic that it will work. Why do doctors do that? They don't want you to get your hopes up in an effort to keep you thinking realistically, but what they are REALLY doing is stunting your ability to get well. That small strand of hope is crucial. We have to believe that this will work. How can doubt be good? I think any credible doctor would acknowlegde the power of the mind.