Four years ago today I was undergoing surgery. I will not go into the details of the surgery as I'd like to keep it personal, but I will share with you this episode of my life.
I had been in pain for months, trying different healing solutions given by doctors, until one surgeon decided it was time for surgery.
I had gone through so much pain that my entire life was revolving around this. I had to plan out my days and stay at home to ease the pain all evenings. The only thing I did was go to work painfully. I lost so much weight that by the time I went into surgery I was only 96 pounds.
Then January 06 2006 came; A few hours later I was back at my parents house still under the effect of the anesthetic. Completely drugged up with pain killers for days. Some days I don't even remember.
The days and weeks that followed were terrible, so much pain, infection and side effects from the medication. I taught I would never heal and that I would never go back home and to work.
After 3 months of hellish recovery I was able to go back home and to work.
It took over 2 years for the full healing process.
As of today I am still left with a few repercussion of this, but that I can manage without any problem. I can say I am back to normal and that I am healthy.
When I think back of those years, I am so grateful for so many things.
If my parents hadn't been there I don't know what I would of done.
If I didn't have friends that supported me even if I was far away from them I would have gone crazy.
That new pair of shoes or your grades in school or not having a boyfriend seems so insignificant when you are in pain.
Health is so precious, nothing else matters when you don't have it.