Today was so beautiful, I got the itch…..you know the kind, where nature is calling, “hey you with camera, yea you, get a shot of me”. So that’s exactly what I did. Got the utility wagon out, bottle of diet green tea, camera (duh), and a few lens and explored. I found and discovered so much. You see for the past four years, I wasn’t able to get out doors much.
In June of 2009 I shattered the humerus in my right arm, two years and four surgeries later I was released for my orthopedic surgeon in September 2011. In November of 2011 (after 4 trips to the ER and a lose of 60# in 3 weeks) I was hospitalized for fluid around my right lung. I had an ultrasound to see if the could draw out the fluid with a GIANT needle only to be told, nope, the fluid had already turn into a “jello” type substance. Surgery the next day. The surgeon told my husband it should only take about 30 minutes, nope, that turned into three and a half hours!!!!!! Instead of jello they found “puss” pockets. Which could not be remove for fear of spreading the infection, which I had to see an infectious doctor because the test could not pin point the type. I had to remain in the hospital hooked up the antibiotics (like a different one every hour because nothing seem to work) until they got an answer from a California testing lab. Well, I got to come home the Saturday before Christmas, with a pic line, and some pretty wicket “juice” that my husband had to hook me up too every 6 hours around the clock. I was taken off the pic line in March of 2013 and had to take the same “juice” only in pill form 4 times a day until the infectious doctors at Washington University Division of Infectious Decease released me in March of this year.
So, I am in awe when I see the tiniest glimpse of life. Like me, being told that I had only a 18% chance of survival, I knew God wasn’t done with me, these butterflies bring life back even after the harshest of winter.