I'm still wrapping my head around it, but I spent the weekend in a hospital in NJ with severe but unexplained abdominal pain, similar to but not the same as the week before. I'm just now home and following up with my doctors. The diagnoses is uncertain, running the gamut from partial small bowel obstruction, appendicitis, diverticulitis, peritoneal inflammation to gastroenteritis, colitis, Crohn's, and inflammatory bowel disease. We'll see where we go from here. Taking it easy. Eating rice and toast. But at least we're back in Connecticut and altogether.
We couldn't have managed without my in-laws, Ma and Gong, and Uncle Goo, who stepped up amazingly to handle the kung fu tournament and taking the kids home when I was still in the hospital in NJ, with Mama by my side the whole time.
I'll have some deeper, reflective thoughts on the whole experience later--on the nature of love, navigating American healthcare, furthering my call to chaplaincy, illness and the self--but first I think I want another nap.