It’s already been 4 years - almost - since I posted?!!? How? Yikes!
That last time (here),a part of me was still trying to comfort/convince myself that I was doing the right thing. I thought that I would write about recovery. I knew that it would be brutal but bearable at first; then, I would make progress and have good days. I would feel better and go back to “regular” life and work and feel it was all worth it.
ICU-time in 2017. Not a fun time or a good look.
Well, that is not how it went. There is too much to tell in this one post, but spoiler alert: I already had cancer. This was like vindication! I was right to take action! Don’t get too excited yet - it’s never that simple. I also had massive complications including a long-term open wound and, worse, MANY blood clots in my lungs and legs. I owe my life to the doctors and nurses who figured out what was happening and got me through the immediate danger!
Surgery during COVID-times.
The rest of the recovery was longer than expected. I had to go back to work with an open gash in my abdomen. I had to have more surgeries - even one during COVID.
On the (very) bright side, I’m here to tell the tale - I made it - YAY YAY YAY! My family, friends, and co-workers were caring, helpful, and beyond incredible! I am still overwhelmed with love and gratitude.
We have also had a lot of fun and many adventures in these last few years! I can’t wait to share more about the joy!
So, that’s it, a few years condensed to a few sentences. You all know how time goes - days are long, years are short. . . all that.
