A Brush with Life
When I woke on this glorious day, I took in the beauty of the sunrise. Each day adds another brushstroke to a well-lived portrait, another petal to a delightful floral bouquet.
Some stories are best started at the beginning, others at the end, and some vacillate back and forth without a clear sense of direction. Life is subject to change, alterations both good and not so good, but it is what we make of life which truly counts, how we treat ourselves and how we care for others which brings to us life’s rewards. At times, life has very stable, and at other times resembles a crumbling rock wall with chunks splashing into the aqua sea.
This spring has been a rocky start to the year. Five weeks ago, I woke up too dizzy to even transfer into my wheelchair. I called my homecare nurse who directed me to summon the paramedics using my lifeline button. Living in a small community, the ambulance arrived in just a couple minutes, loaded me on a gurney and rushed me to our community hospital. On the way into the emergency room, they asked me if I wanted CPR, should it be necessary. I declined that, but could feel them start an IV as they kept encouraging me to stay awake and breathe. After a few minutes, they decided to life-flight me to the nearest full service medical center.
I was immediately transferred from the helicopter to an intensive bed and once again reviewed that I did not want CPR. They decided I was not competent to make that decision and called my son for further instructions regarding advanced directives.
I was transferred to a regular hospital room after four days and sent home after another four days. It has taken a long time to regain my strength and I am still struggling to do so, but am anxious to start writing again. I have just recently realized how sick I truly was and how each day is a blessing.