Nearly 25 Years Ago
Almost a quarter of a century ago I was still groggy from surgery. I have vague memories from this day.
I remember playing a pretty cruel trick of my Aunt Brenda (who had to work that morning) by hiding in the bathroom and my family telling her they’d already taken me to surgery. We’d watched her storm across the parking lot and we knew she was HOT about having to work even part of the day.
I remember then going on a walk around the floor while waiting to be taken back for surgery and while circling the nurses desk I fell and bruised up my elbow. Thankfully Aunt Brenda was there with neosporin and a band aid to make it all better.
I remember waking up from the surgery and asking two things,
1. Is my leg gone?
2. Did you insert my port?
On this day nearly 25 years ago, my family circled my hospital bed after a relatively routine amputation. They touched any part of me they could. I remember a cool washcloth on my bald head and being thankful.
Today, a lifetime later, I dealt with a cranky two-year-old, swam nearly a mile and cleaned my house. I’m happy with that decision from almost a quarter of a century ago. I don’t think I’d change anything about it.
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