Diver what?

I should have known better. It seems like when I start feeling better something else hits. Oh how I miss my health!! I was having such a good day on Saturday. I was having some problems with my intestinal tract but it seemed like nothing compared to other symptoms. And then it hit.
Saturday night I started having pain. Taking simethicone and Pepto Bismol didn't seem to relieve it. It didn't come in waves. It was constant increasing in intensity until 3:00am I couldn't bear it anymore. I felt so bad to wake up my sweet husband who had only 10 hours of sleep in a three day period because of a death in his family. We headed to the hospital where after x-rays, blood work and a CAT scan I found out I have diverticulitis. Some persons as they get older, develop pouches along the wall of the colon. These pouches are called "diverticuli" and usually cause no symptoms. If the pouches become blocked and inflamed, an infection appears known as "diverticulitis". This causes lower abdominal pain and fever. If not treated it can become a serious condition, causing an abscess to form inside the pouch, which may rupture and spread infection throughout the abdomen. After IV antibiotics and morphine I was sent home with instructions that I should not eat for a couple of days, just liquids, and continue taking my antibiotics. Just when I'm able to taste food better before the next chemo treatment. Do Valentine's cookies come in liquid form? I did sneak a little chicken noodle soup last night because I was so hungry. But it didn't help my stomach.
In the midst of all this I thought about my little pint size angel named Kali. She's my five year old granddaughter. We have a very special relationship. I was a part of her daily life from the time she was born till she was two when her parents moved to Washington. She called me last week to ask how I was doing. She told me that if I came up to Alaska she would take care of me. She would have me sit on the couch, put videos in for me, get me a drink of water, show me where the bathroom is and have me sleep in her bunkbed. Even at the age of five, Kali already knows about compassionate service. Oh how I miss her and her siblings!!!!! I have so much to be grateful for especially for a wonderful husband who never wearies taking care of me and others.
I will never take my health for granted. I look forward to enjoying it again.......someday