Can WALK!

Absolutely! UHUH! After a week of crawling, and a day of sitting on a wheelchair I stood up on my own and walk. I was shouting "I CAN WALK! IT"S A MIRACLE! I CAN WALK!". My Schatzy was smiling at me as I mimic the ones I watch in the television, the shows where they lose their consciousness and when they opened their eyes they can walk.

My friends are happy because my attitude to the situation is very positive. =) I know! I can't be deppressed. There is more to life than a scar! For me it's a battle scar. A scar that made me stronger. I couldn't accept all the credit for being positive. I have to thank a friend I will hide in the name of Shakespeare. The Saturday afternoon that I was alone in my hospital room he showed up with his big smile and tons of positivity. You can't imagine what happened to him. His father stayed in the hospital for a month but we are thankful that his father is okay now. They got pregnant and lost the child due to ectopic pregnancy. Nevertheless, he is happy. He won't pull you with negative vibes and depressing stories. Another person that I should thank is my friend which in times I forget that she is just my bestfriend because sometimes she acts like she is my sister, mother, cousin rolled into one. She's the one who took care of me when I was in the hospital. She fed me, shampooed my hair, helped me when I need to go to the restroom, laughed with me even if she knows that I am dying inside because my daughter is in the hospital... another hospital far from me.

It wasn't easy to put on a poker face with all that happened last week but I am thankful that it's all over. My focus now is to get back on my feet literally and do what I do best!