Post Surgery

Well, I feel as though I am probably being redundant by writing this... but this blog has become very cathartic and special to me. My apologies if I do repeat myself - you can stop reading now my friend :)
It has been three weeks since my surgery. I feel amazing. So much so that I had no idea how painful my life had become before May 12 when I started the process of getting my life back. Three tiny little scars on my stomach later... I thank God everyday. 
Endometriosis is the phantom that was hiding from the doctors for a full year and half/ 18 months/ 548 days. This is a genetic condition that is fixable. The doctors said that they caught it early enough to prevent severe damage. I have started to add extra precautions to make sure that it doesn't get out of control again. Provided I'm careful, I shouldn't need another surgery. Unfortunately, there is a chance, but my doctor appears to doubt that it will return and is being professional in just giving me the possible outcomes. If I need surgery again, we know now what needs to be done and what happened for the last 18 months won't happen again. I am so thankful that the Lord didn't see fit to allow it to go on anymore than this. In the grand scheme of life, he was very merciful to have it last so short a time.
So recovery... isn't fun. I feel - can I describe the joy properly? I feel amazing. I am so excited. I am full of energy. And all I am allowed to do is walk lol. No exercise, lifting, running, no fun! This may sound rather spoiled, but at the end of July when I am "done" with my rest I am going to run down the street. I literally dream about running lol. I also have every intention of going bowling. I haven't been in far too long.  
Life post surgery has been good. At first I felt like I would imagine what I would feel if I got hit by a truck. That only lasted for about three days. My doctor was shocked when she called to check up. I am a head of schedule as far as how I feel. There are a few sharp pinches here and there from nerve damage around the incisions, but I am rather thankful for them. They let me know I'm healing. The hardest part is that many of my muscles have atrophied from not being used much the last few months. My legs get so tired after walking just a few blocks. Hysterically my abs are all but not existent. My posture rather sucks right now - but we're working on that -as I straighten my back while I write to you. 
I hope that this is the last blog about this chapter of my life. Though the Lord made many great things come out of the experience if he should see fit to do it again then we'll talk again. I just wanted to say that I am so thankful for everyone who prayed for me, read this, cried and laughed with me, asked how I feel, listened, and encouraged. I am so blessed to have so many lovely people in my life. I truly showed me what it is we have to look forward in heaven. All under one God praising him and loving each other... How exciting. Thank you all for showing the love of God. May he bless you and keep you always.
Love 
Britt