I am so incredibly glad to be home from hospital, but can't deny that being at home has meant making some significant adjustments. I am improving every single day, but still have a long recovery road ahead I think.
I am eating regular foods, but have some lingering affect in my throat and neck muscles, so my diet remains restricted (no mixed textures; no clear fluids while eating... so no chicken soup, lol). I am walking, but very slowly and not without a mobility device (walker or cane). Stairs are still impossible - so thank gawd for the stair glides that Paul had installed before my discharge. And, I have a great deal of challenge in terms of managing fatigue and post-stroke brain fog... but I like to think that's improving too. Bottom line... each day is a truly new day and I live each one with zest and acceptance of a new normal.
It is at this time of year I realize, acutely sometimes, that another year has come and gone… and I can’t help but reflect on all of its ups and downs; its ins and outs. No matter the unique circumstances, this year - this season - is no exception… there was much to celebrate these last 12 months; and there is much to look forward to in the months ahead, in part thanks to the year’s trials and tribulations and the renewed perspective on life that emerged because of them. I think this is all true for most people and not specific to a time-of-year.
But, I think, it is during this festive season... no matter the faith with which the season is observed or held... when we find ourselves focused and what was, what is, and what will be truly important.
Paul and I thank you, once again, for your kindness, your compassion, and for the warmth that you wrapped us in these past months. We wish you and yours, unconditionally, the very best of this wonderful season, and the very best always.
Indeed, we wish you a very Merry Christmas, and a kick-ass New Year!