It’s over a year later and this post applies even more now. Having a bowel perforation, sepsis and collapsed lung nearly killed me. I sometimes wonder why I’m still here fighting. I’m halfway thru writing a blog about my time in ICU and step-down. I am still processing my ICU-itis and the fear i was wrapped in, unknown to anyone. I have a clear picture of what my patients used to go thru now and it’s not pretty. Bare with me…I’m slowly and shakily pressing the keys again.
Imagination is the first step toward action. You have to be able to hope before you move forward. Otherwise, you are always acting out of fear.
— Gloria Steinem
I’ve been missing. Maybe you noticed. Maybe you didn’t. I did. I really noticed. I missed my writing, my friends, my life. I’ve been in and out of the hospital. Yes, the Mast Cells have been dictating my life…again, still.
Not long ago I was in India walking the streets of Dharamsala. I remember the energy of chanting with the Monks at Sherab Ling Monastery questioning if perhaps I was finally home, and if I should stay.You could touch the energy it was so powerful. It felt so right. I remember the smells, the people, the traffic and chaos. I remember this last part of my life.
Way before that…I had a life. I remember running miles on concrete floors as an…
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