Three years ago today, I coded.
"Coded" as in "April is dying and we have to resuscitate her NOW!" I remember a team of medical personnel pushing and running alongside the gurney I was on, one of the doctors yelling for someone to get some shears and cut my shorts off, and another doctor, a new resident who I had gotten to know in the previous few days, leaning over and saying in my ear, "Stay with us, April. Stay with us."
And that's all I remember until they brought me out of a medically induced coma two days later.
Needless to say, that experience changed me permanently in ways I am still coming to understand. As I work my way through ways to approach my daily life—the tai chi, the weights, the Buddhist moments with Thich Nhat Hanh (which has changed how I approach walking, among other things), "Jupiter"—I am daily reminded that I am still here.
Happy anniversary to my life.
4 comments:
Now that's an anniversary to celebrate. I'm so glad you're still with us.
Thank you, my friend! I am too.
Oh, April. That's an anniversary that cannot be ignored. I'm thankful for you and your inspiring words.
Thank you, dear Sam. Your words mean a lot to me.
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