Home Again, Home Again …
I would like to give you all a very personal thank you. Three weeks in the hospital is a long time. I was there two day short of that, and each one of you helped me get through it—whether by sending cards, replying to this blog, texting me, or in a myriad of other ways. Several times, an uplifting meme or gif would arrive at the exact moment I was struggling to stay cheerful and positive. I won’t lie—there were tears. But again and again, something from one of you would lift me back up. There are too many individuals to name, which in itself is such a blessing. So, to all of you, thank you. Truly. I am also incredibly blessed to have had what I called my “hospital room care team.” These are the amazing souls who spent days and nights in that room so I was never alone. They talked with me when I was down, laughed with me when I was up, found shows for us to watch together, and helped distract me from the NG tube and the “no water” rules. They walked with me, held my hand when I shivere...