Today is my 4th Anniversary of Life Celebration ~
Four years ago, I was admitted to the Montreal General Hospital emergency as I had acute abdominal pains. By the next morning, I was hooked up to everything, with a saline drip, antibiotics, and an oxygen mask. The acute abdominal pains became a raging infection that was rising up towards my heart. Five days later, still in Emergency, the Dr. on the floor was yelling at the top of her lungs " If we don't operate tonight, we are going to lose her !! " And the good Dr. Decklebaum stayed after sundown to save my life. It was Yom Kippur, and I was being roused to maintain some level of lucidity to sign off the waiver papers. I turned to the Dr. and said " Dr., if I survive please promise me that you will not cut me up like a pumpkin, this tummy is bikini ready !!"Apparently, he came to the recovery room after ( I was apparently awake, but I guess high as kite, so I have no recollection, lol ) and said," I did as I promised, only two little holes !! "
And so they moved me over to the Women's Pavillion at the Royal Victoria, and I began my long recovery. I was so weak, I got pneumonia, hospital acquired pneumonia. My lungs filled with water, it was SO painful. I had to sleep sitting up and my back could not stand the touch of anything. I remember once being moved for tests on a stretcher and crying as my back touched the padded test bed for a CT scan. They had to drain my lungs, and I was rolled over a pillow to extend my ribs on my back so they could insert the drain. That was my left lung. A week later they removed the drains, and I was released. Within minutes of arriving home, I called the hospital, and said, I have to come back my right lung is going. My Dr. insisted that I stay home one night, and in the morning I went back to the hospital.
No one knew what had happened or why a healthy 54 year old woman arrived at the doorstep of the hospital almost ready to die. Montreal General is a teaching hospital and with each visiting Dr. came an entourage of residents, at least 6 every time. It was only after my discharge that it was surmised that Mono had crashed my immune system. It was the only thing I tested positive for ( and it was one of the residents who said, she's awfully tired, why don't we test her for Ep-stein Barr, commonly known as Mono or Mononucleosis. ) They deduced that the Mono crashed my immune system and that I could have gotten dirt off of a table top and it was going to kill me.
I got to know all the teams of Dr. from Internal to Gynaecology to Respiratory, Gastroenterology, and Rheumatology. I even got to know all the emergency Dr. , Nurses, orderlies and volunteers. It was an amazing and incredible experience to go through, and I am deeply grateful for their loving support.
My friends, my family, my Cydney Mar Design Studio team, my dogs, my wee birdie ( I had my three precious mini schnauzers at the time ) and I must say, I felt loved and supported throughout. I am blessed, I know I was divinely guided and protected. I have a purpose, and that I needed to let go of the busyness of my life to shift into what is my beautiul right life now.
May you all come to know that the Divine is watching over us and that even in tough times, sometimes, there is a deeper reason, a deeper raison d'etre.
Today I am yet even more grateful for what happened and I send you all so much love that you are Divinely guided for what the Universe has in store for you. May love & light surround you in good times and bad. Today, I celebrate my life, with you.