Cindy La Ferle
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This week, I'm taking my time as I find the way back to "normal" after a scary four-day emergency stay at the hospital. The sudden health crisis that took me to the edge and back -- starting last Monday night -- is too complex to explain in a few blog paragraphs. But I can tell you that my prognosis is positive, and I'm feeling like myself again.
At the risk of sounding dramatic, my condition was life-threatening, as one doctor put it. It required a series of X-rays, blood tests, round-the-clock monitoring, and watchful waiting. Meanwhile, I was lucky enough to have an attending physician and a specialist who were incredibly attentive, compassionate, and willing to spend time explaining what was going on throughout the process. I rarely meet a doctor that I don't like, but these two were exceptionally kind and articulate.
At one point, during a long conversation with the attending physician, we discussed what could have happened had I not come to the ER by ambulance when I did. I was on the verge of slipping into a coma. My particular case, he told me, was one of the most extreme he'd ever seen. On record.
"When you get back home after something like this," the doctor told me, "you'll find that you appreciate the simplest things more than you ever did. Your favorite foods will taste even better, and everything will seem more vivid than before."
And oh, he was so right. The morning after I arrived home, I looked out the window of my home office and burst into tears of gratitude and relief. The day was beautiful, and everything outside shimmered in sunlight. I was keenly aware of all that was important to me, and all that no longer mattered. I felt as if I'd been given another chance, and that I'd never look at anything or anyone the same way again. ~Cindy La Ferle