Hospital gowns are funny. You can’t mistake them for anything else. It could be the color, the fit, or your butt hanging out the back like the Caboose on a long, lonely freight train. They are unmistakable.
When given the choice, people don’t generally wear hospital garments outside a hospital environment. I know I wouldn’t. That, of course, leads to the question of I why in the world I would be wearing one now and the answer is simple and should be obvious. I’m in that hospital environment I was talking about a minute ago!
The City of Hope
If you caught Wednesday’s blog, you heard me mention that I would be taking some time off over the weekend to celebrate a host of birthdays and holiday concerts. I did take Thursday evening off and planned to do the same with the rest of the weekend. What I didn’t plan on was spiking a fever on Friday morning. Driving to Duarte and the City of Hope to have that fever evaluated. And, then being admitted for observation and treatment.
What I didn’t count on was having to stay overnight and then again tonight.
There is something else I didn’t count on and that is the overwhelming sense of gratitude I feel knowing I’m in the best place, under the care of the best doctors, being treated by the most incredible, caring, and competent nurses on the planet.
I’m not angry, upset, or frustrated to be back in the hospital. I’m grateful. Relieved I am getting the care I know I need. No angrier, more upset, or frustrated than I am about the bout of Graft vs Host Disease I’m dealing with.
They come with the territory and the territory is a lot more hopeful and optimistic than it was 256 days ago before the transplant!
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