I am starting a new series of Guest Posts by some people in my life. Some have blogs and some don't, but they all have a story of how they became better. I hope you enjoy a few other voices here on my blog.
Today we hear from one of my very best friends in the world! I don't want to say anything to ruin her story, but I think it is the best one that has been published on here
Photo Credit: Frenkieb
It was 3 am on December 23. It was my parents 56th Wedding Anniversary and it was 3 days after my husband's hip replacement surgery. I had been at the hospital with him for 3 days 24/7 and was going on little sleep. As I roamed the halls of the empty hospital, I was feeling extremely sorry for myself. Here we were in a hospital 5 hours away from my family. We weren't celebrating my parents anniversary with them and we wouldn't be home for Christmas. My first Christmas in 30 years that I didn't make it home. My brave husband was in an intense amount of pain and I was worried about caring for him when we got home. There were so many rules to follow when we got home to ensure he recovered properly. What if I forgot something? What if he fell? I sat down in an empty hallway and began to cry. I cried out of exhaustion, fear, frustration and pure stress.
When I finally gathered myself and stood up, I decided to walk outside the front door to get some fresh air. It was then that I saw the family. There were 4 of them gathered outside and they were crying. A couple of them were on cell phones making the dreaded call. They had lost a member of their family. It was right then that I realized how extremely lucky we were. My husband was not dying-he did not have a terminal illness-this would pass and he would feel better again! I was ashamed of myself.
The next morning when I went to the cafeteria for breakfast, I did so with a new attitude. I smiled and greeted everyone I saw-nurses, patients, receptionists-everyone. I had realized that we have no idea what others are going through. I was relating to everyone differently now. I had no idea why all those people were at the hospital. Were they there for a simple procedure? Were they there to visit a friend? Perhaps, saddest of all-they were there to visit someone for the last time. It completely changed my outlook.
My husband and my life can be hard. He has a disability and has had 18 surgeries. We are constantly recovering from a major surgery or prepping for the next. He is the most courages and amazing person that I know. He always has a positive attitude and never lets it get him down. That night in the hospital changed me and it changed how I relate to others-after all, we never know what the person sitting next to us is facing. We should all be kind to one another.