There really is no place like home. After 10 days in the hospital due to an emergency surgery I finally fully understand what Dorothy meant when she said this.
I was one day away from death. One more day without seeking medical attention and I would have died. That has really given me something to think about. No 22-year-old should have to face what I went through and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.
The hospital is a lonely, dreary place. There isn’t much there to keep you motivated. There is definitely a need for a good interior decorating hospital business. But with the loving support of my family and friends I was able to find the strength to work toward making it out and back home. I looked forward to coming home to my dogs, a real shower and clothes that covered my backside. I never realized what a privilege it was to get out of bed and walk to the bathroom on my own or to get a full night’s sleep without nurses poking and prodding you for your vitals or blood every half hour.
I have so much to be thankful for this holiday season: for my sister who brought me to the hospital and took off work in order to care for me and make sure my hair wasn’t out of place, for my parents who stayed all during visiting hours and made sure I was getting the best care, for my friends who visited me and brightened my hospital room with beautiful flowers, stuffed animals and thoughtful cards, for Dr. Shah for saving my life, for my favorite nurse Carolle, who treated me as one of her own, for food (no judging – I wasn’t able to eat for a week), and for my dogs for giving me something to look forward to when I got out.
I will now remind myself everyday how lucky I am to be alive, because I truly am. And if I ever find myself in a sticky situation and feel like clicking my heels for home, I know its never too far away.