After being in hospital for a two month period, and going through an eight hour cerebral operation and a slow recovery I was finally told that I was
to go home the next day. Going home was what I had most yearned for and
longed for, but when I was actually told this I worried that maybe I was
not ready to go back to my old life. Sometimes when we finally get what
we most want it is not as wonderful as we expect.
But wife came and drove me back home, and I was weak and both wife and oldest daughter had to help get me out of the car and I sat on the front door stoop.
Then they let our two dogs out, and they seemed shocked to see me again. My
favorite sniffed all my hospital wounds and then sat and looked at me
like "You are in a real mess, but we will try to bring you back." The
smaller one licked my hand. In the next few days I napped often, and the
larger dog stayed in the room, and seemed to want to guard me.
I got to see my daughters again, and that was good, and my wife cooked me good things that were far better than hospital food, and that also served
to entice me to try to live again. Many of you here have been through all
this and know the routine.
Living again brought me to a future where I got one day to walk my oldest daughter down the aisle at her wedding, and also I got to see our two grandchildren,
a boy, and a girl. I have been fortunate not to have had as yet any more
critical health problems, and so I have grown stronger, and more healthy.
Life can be good, and I wish the same, or better to all the survivors here on this helpful site!
Hello John So glad to hear you are out of the hospital. There is nothing like your own bed, cooking you enjoy and pets to help you heal.
Take it easy and just take one day at a time.
John, I've said this to you a few times now, But I do love reading your posts :) , Thanks.
I enjoyed the though of "missing the hospital safety net" in :
After being in hospital for a two month period, and going through an eight hour cerebral operation and a slow recovery I was finally told that I was
to go home the next day. Going home was what I had most yearned for and
longed for, but when I was actually told this I worried that maybe I was
not ready to go back to my old life. Sometimes when we finally get what
we most want it is not as wonderful as we expect
Again John a perfect post…you took me back to my time going through this and I’m actually stopping everything to take 5 to think about it again as we forget so easily at times…I mean it’s good we move forward in life and we get caught up in everyday life BUT it’s these things that make us grateful to be here…continue the journey buddy it’s been inspirational as a father of a young son and soon to be a second to think about what I have to live for… God bless!