The operation was successful, and at last I was going home. Coming home after the operation was long-awaited. As excited as I was to get out of the hospital and return to my life, I knew there would be struggles.
We had waited some time for my walking papers, so when I told Mariano I wanted to say goodbye to some of the nurses, he said, “Be quick. Everyone is waiting at home.” Once the nurse told me I can go, Mariano took me in a wheelchair to the accounting department, so we could check out. Hopefully, I will never have to return to this hotel again.
I was tired. Today was probably the first day I had moved so much, with getting dressed and gathering my things – even though Mariano did most of the work – everything was an effort for me now.
Mariano remembers driving home slowly, because the less than smooth roads caused pain in my abdomen. “Oooh, be careful, that hurt.” The pillow the nurse gave me, in case of coughing or sneezing, was pressed against my belly, but Montreal roads need much more cushioning when you’re in such a delicate physical state. He and I didn’t speak much so we could concentrate on avoiding all the potholes.
I do remember feeling excited about being in my own space again. I didn’t get to enjoy my new house after moving in only four months earlier. There was still quite a bit to finish and to unpack the last boxes. “I can’t wait to go home and see Isabella… and take a real shower.”
That day was warm and bright with sunshine, even though it was mid-October. There seemed to be so many nice days while I was fighting for my life. I think the nice weather helped – even if it was just making it easier to travel and wouldn’t determine my fate.
Today, my heart is with all those who struggle with depression, illness, addiction, pain, loneliness. May you find love in your soul and peace all around you.