You Can't Keep A Good Man Down

I really do not recall what type of instructions Tim's neurosurgeon had for us when we left the hospital Wednesday as far as what he could and could not do. Or in actualality, what he should and should not do. There were no take home instructions from the nurse with a list of to do's and not to do. All I know as each day passes following Tim's surgery he has made remarkable progress. He is feeling stronger and since Ibuprofen has been his only pain reliever lately, the narcotic buzz he once had has all but disappeared. Those strong pain relievers, while certainly helped those first few days prior his surgery, were making him ill and slowing him down.

We were greeted by this sign once we came down our driveway Wednesday night. Looks like Tim has earned a proud sponsor.

Just kidding of course.

But we were digging the "S" for MSU Spartans baby!

And the "FAT BOY" part of this sign? Let's just say it is a long standing joke behind his buddy who hung this up and Tim. 15 pounds lighter from spending 12 days in a hospital; he's sure no Fat Boy now!

He did however eat a Taco Bell chili bean burrito today! WooHoo!

I'm digging the sign. I think we will keep it up for awhile.

As far as what Tim is supposed to be doing and not doing we figure it all depends on how he feels. Of course driving his truck is totally out of the question because of the seizure he had that ended him up in the hospital to begin with.

But driving tractors?

There was no convincing Tim he couldn't climb aboard big blue and putz around in it. Even though he is still suffering from some paralysis in his right arm and leg from the tumor removal, he managed to fire up this diesel hog, sit there listening to her chug along and smile.

He told me he's not going to quit living. He tells me he feels the best he's felt in a very long time.

And then he announces to me he is going to try and unload some round hay bales from a wagon.

Of course I cringed, felt my blood pressure soar, shook my head, bit my lip and then grabbed my Nikon and decided I needed to freeze this moment.

Did this man just have a brain tumor removed from his head eight days ago?

Is it possible a week ago I sat next to his hospital bed, watching my husband sleep, attached to numerous wires and IV lines, recovering from a crainiotomy?

And now, a week later, I am standing in our barnyard watching my husband drive his tractor around unloading hay bales from a wagon then effortlessly stacking them in our barn's lean-to.

Someone pinch me right now.

The man amazes me. He always has. He's living life.

One round bale at a time.

Tim told me something the other day I found quite interesting to think about. If you were to write a book about your life, would anyone buy your book, open it up, sit down and truly read it page for page?

Would your life appear at all interesting to a complete stranger? Would your book tell how you lived each day to the fullest as possible?

Have you ever asked yourself this question? What would your answer be?

I told Tim his book would be a number one bestseller.