I was on week 2 in a hospital bed with no idea what would be the end result. I remember feeling so defeated, worried, and in so much pain. This was the week all pain medication was stopped; they were too afraid of bowel paralysis. This was the week I threw up from 3 a.m. to 7 a.m. every single day. The pain was unbelievable, and for some reason, my body was the most rebellious in the very early a.m. The only way I could put words to my condition was to compare it to being a Prisoner of War. It had to be similar in many ways.
One year later I enjoy very good health, minus the occasional glitch. I have not missed ONE SINGLE day of school (work) since the year started. I take my kids to swim practice, help coach a soccer team, do 3 hours of homework with kids every night, and STILL have energy. I actually have trouble falling asleep some nights because I am just not as tired as I used to be. It is amazing. It took me a while to get to this place; I never thought I was as bad off as I really was.
The anniversary date of my surgery is approaching fast, and I admit, it makes me anxious when I think of how much has changed in just a year. In some ways it seems like yesterday. This day will forever be part of my life because it gave me something back that I didn't even realize I had lost. It also changed me in other ways; I came to believe I wasn't nearly as resilient as I thought I was and that good friends are hard to come by.
I will celebrate my "anniversary" by taking my first day off of school and doing something special with my husband. To anyone else, the day I had my surgery will be just like any other day. My friends won't even know the significance unless I remind them. Life goes on, after all, and I am so glad it has for me.
Post Edited (uc_free) : 11/17/2012 9:05:54 AM (GMT-7)