Life throws a curveball anytime it wants to. You wake up in the hospital with no memory of the past week. My husband sat quietly at my bedside taking a little snooze. He probably deserves it. He filled me in on the past few days.
I became disoriented, extremely tired and not feeling well. I became confused with my medications, and took too many. I almost died.
To date, I cannot remember the first part of April. It irritates me when I try to remember. So I focus on making jewelry and trying to get back to writing. I am a happy person and would never hurt myself on purpose. I am my own worst critic. I guess I am ready to admit I like to know what is going on and I do not like surprises! I always thought of myself as shy and quiet. Guess that is out the window!
It has taken the past few months to be comfortable writing this down. I am so angry at myself but I am working hard to get past it. I just need to get on with life. Battling the brain tumor in my head is my daily focus. I do anything I can daily not to let it rule!