February 28, 2007...I remember there was a heck of a thunderstorm my first night...I felt like I caught most of the it...since the nurses woke me up every 2 hours...my Mom slept in a lazy boy chair next me and she didn't get much sleep that night either. Not a lot of rest for the recently cut open and ripped of innereds.
Dr. D. came by in the morning...told me after lunch I'd be up and walking...a little hard to even imagine at this point.
Julie Bird was my first visitor and she relieved Mom so she could go home to be with Pat and get some rest for awhile.
The day was full of phone calls and visits from family and friends...even some new friends in this new world of oncology who where there to positively talk about this new journey placed before me...right here...right now!
Then there where those who came by to take my morphine button and cathator away...helped me get my butt out of bed...then made me walk up and down the hall...they claim it helps wake up my lungs and organs...get things moving again...suppose to make me feel better.
Mission accomplished...I walked...I went to the bathroom all by myself like a big girl...and I did feel much better.
I finally got that nap I'd be craving all day...thanks to my Aunt Jo who sat in a chair outside my door...answered my phone...and kept anyone from entering until I got my nap.
It was the most amazing nap too. It was more of a mediation with God. I felt so grateful...grateful for the second chance...grateful for Zoey and our future together...grateful for all my doctors...and very grateful for my awesome family and my family of friends who are all there for me every step of the way...in prayer and thoughts...I feel them all...right here...right now!
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