Hi all,
So yesterday (June 27th) was 7 years since I lost my daughter Sophie. It's always such a hard day for me, harder than most. I miss her every day, and wish everyday that things were different...they're not =(
7 years ago today (June 28th), I was dying in ICU on a ventilator, fighting for my life. I was given a month to live and here I am. I spent
months in the hospital and it took me over a year to recover, but I did. I'm still recovering in some ways.
Breathing. Going back to school. Slowly but surely becoming healthy and losing weight. Watching my daughter, Serena grow up, which I thought would never happen. Walking again (I didn't walk for almost a year and had to learn how to again). Being able to hold Serena (I wasn't able to pick her up and hold her for almost a year). Being able to get up and get a glass of water, something I took for granted, but never will again. Just being able to drink water for Christ sake...I couldn't drink for over a month and it was TERRIBLE!!! IV only and ice chips. I use to try and hold the cup in my hand and pray some of the ice would melt so I could drink some with out the nurses finding out...pure misery.
I have been very blessed in my life, and yet I still get depressed and don't feel very thankful. They say it's "survivors guilt". I say it's "HELL". I have been crying, paranoid and depressed for 2 weeks now (I'm always depressed I know, but it was a lot worse). I felt like something bad was going to happen. Like I was waiting for something terrible. I'm sure I drove Michael crazy, but he is so patient and understanding (Thank God). On Tuesday I was racking my brain. Trying to figure out why I was having all these feelings. I thought maybe it was because of Sophie and the date coming up. That maybe that was why I have felt impending doom, constant and never ending. Now, I think that was what it was, because I feel better today. I can't be sure, but it seems like it. I think it happens every year, and I just haven't realized that is what it is.
Today IS better. I feel not so weighed down by fear and grief. I have been reading a lot which may have helped keep me distracted. Who know's. They say, "Time heals all wounds". I don't know about that. Time has made the grief easier when dealing with my husband, Nick's death when I was 24. But time hasn't helped very much with the death of my daughter, Sophie Ann. I can't imagine every feeling whole. Something always feels like it's missing...an emptiness, a constant ache. Guilt too. So much so that I can hardly stand it sometimes.
I sure can ramble =) Enough of that!!! On a happier note I lost 2 of the 3 pounds I gained on vacation. Let's see, what else...*thinks* Oh, school starts back up for me on the 8th. This will be my last class for Phlebotomy then in September (I think) I start clinicals and should be done with that in December. Then I just have to take a test for my Phlebotomy licence. I'm excited that I'm getting close to being finished.
OH, I have an appointment with a plastic surgeon this Wednesday. I'll let you know what he has to say. I am hoping he gives me some
hope, and that I feel better about countinuing my weight loss. I am also meeting with a nutritionist on Wednesday. I will write more about it after I meet with everyone =)
Well, that's it for now. I may try to post a recipe this week. I may even try to make a new video. Maybe I should try some video blogging...maybe it would help. Sorry this is so long O_O
Hope everyone is well...thanks for listening =)