Home…Thankful…

When I get to come home – to the place I want to be wherever I am, It is always a good thing. But in some cases it exponential. If you have ever left home for a hospital stay, you know the explosion of joy when you find out that you get to go home! They always make sure you know the risks, all kinds of things could happen.  But really, isn’t this the truth every time you leave your door? Get in a car? Go to a mall? Walk down the street? By the time I reach a decision like the one I made, my risk/benefit ledger is already filled in and analyzed. Bring me the papers, I’ll sign ‘em!

By the time my surgeon brought me his, my hand was a pin cushion full of tubes and wires and tape, a useless ball that could barely hold a pen. Good luck telling what that mess is! He was happy with it none the less, as long as there is an ink stain dried on the right lines, you’re good to go, I guess!

I should not miss-characterize the people I put my trust in for this, they all did a great job. I’m the proof in the pudding! So glad to be putting things back together, a little bit every day, HERE AT THE HOUSE with my love and my best friend for life.  The best source for wisdom I know of, says we should live quiet peaceful lives and always be thankful.  To me these two words feel the same, Home…Thankful…