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THE MONTH I DISAPPEARED — Part 1
Ten years ago, in November 2015, I went into the hospital for what should have been a simple knee replacement. Instead, everything went wrong.
I went into respiratory failure and was put on a ventilator. My heart stopped and I had to be resuscitated. My kidneys failed and I was placed on dialysis. My bowels shut down so severely that my stomach had to be pumped out. One organ after another collapsed.
I slipped into a coma and didn’t wake up for a month.
When I finally opened my eyes, I couldn’t move anything but my head. I couldn’t sit up on my own — if someone lifted me, they had to hold me the entire time or I would fall straight over. I couldn’t feed myself because my arms and hands didn’t work at all.
I was hospitalized for four months. My husband put two heart-shaped stress balls in my hands and told me to try to squeeze them any time I thought about it. Lying there for weeks, unable to move or go home, I had nothing else to focus on. The thought of my five-year-old son needing his mother kept me fighting.
I begged to go home. The doctors kept repeating the same sentence:“If you go home, you will die.”
It was the darkest, hardest season of my life.But it was also the beginning of my fight to live again.
Part 2 coming tomorrow…
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THE MONTH I DISAPPEARED — Part 1
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