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…

This week, focus on one small upgrade — one habit, one task, one mindset shift.What’s ONE thing you’re improving this week? Mine is to drink more water today. Let’s encourage each other. 💛