The Drawer

I've finished shopping for post-op necessities. Well...almost. I may or may not buy a lap desk for my bed. That will depend on if I can find one big enough to fit over me. I need to go to Bed, Bath & Beyond and "try one on."

The main things I needed were button up shirts, button up PJs, tank tops with low cut arm pits and underwear. I am happy to say that I finally have all of these items. The button up shirts are hanging in my closet, having already been worn a few times to work. The button up PJs, tank tops and underwear have been washed and dryed and folded neatly.

I cleaned out a drawer yesterday and designated it my post-op surgery drawer. My PJs and tank tops are in it along with my "belly buster" which I will wear once my hysterectomy stitches heal, and my underwear are in a separate drawer. When I put my PJs, etc. into the drawer, I found myself doing so with great care. I folded everything neatly and laid them in the drawer carefully.

This drawer feels strangely sacred. It is filled with items that I spent many hours searching for, items that will be used to care for myself post-op. I have worked really hard on myself to warrant the need for these items, and for that reason alone I know they are sacred. Sacred items for a uniquely special individual for monumental times. The existence of that drawer is a blessing just as my surgeries will be on my life and on my bright, shining future. I can hardly wait.