I was discharged from the hospital yesterday, after a 6 day stay. The thought of being at home was a relief for the normalcy of what life had been like, well that was the hope anyway. While traveling via wheelchair through the hospital halls with a portable tank of oxygen en-route to the main entrance I hung my head down. Not in shame or embarrassment as much as reflection as to how this was my new life. One where I have a leash attached to my nose, one where I no longer have all the freedoms I once had, Because now I have plan and prepare.
When I arrived, my house was a filled with family and friends. Like a hive, all the little worker bees were a buzz with activity. Transforming my first floor around to meet my new needs. Moving the couch, putting in a day bed to replace it, the arrival of an oxygen concentrator, travel tanks and even the creation of The Creature in my own home. Changing the main floor into one which will allow me to live as normal a life as possible until I may be able to regain the strength and lung capacity I once had. Until
I know I have a very long journey ahead of me and I am thankful to be home…..But home is different now and it may always be. It is all still just settling in, but no matter what, I am Home.