Valentine's Day

Some people love Valentine's Day, and then others hate it. I'm kind of neutral on the whole day. I love the day because it's an excuse to eat conversation hearts all day long until my stomach hurts. I've only officially had a "Valentine" twice in my life. The first ended up being one of my best guy friends, the other eventually became my dating anti-Christ. So I'm 50-50 when it comes to good "Valentines."

Take away all the flowers, balloons, Hallmark cards and candy (I'm eating conversation hearts as I write this), and Feb. 14 is just another day.

Not anymore for me!

Feb. 14 marks the one-year anniversary of when I was officially out of the hospital, and Humpty Dumpty was put back together again.

I had my final surgery to put my skull flab back on my head in early Feb., but I ended up staying about a week after the surgery instead of the usual two days. Anything that could have gone wrong did - I had a massive migraine after the surgery and sat in the dark in intense pain for two days, my white blood cell count got extremely low so everyone in my room had to done hospital mask. This are just a few of the bumps in the road to recovery. I also had to get cleared by 6 different doctors before I could leave. Not quite as bad as getting a bill passed through Congress, but pretty darn close.

But I had a goal - I would be home by Valentine's Day. The year before I spent part of Valentine's Day in the emergency room with a kidney stone. I didn't want a repeat. So I let my entire team of doctor's, nurses, family and friends know I wanted to be home by Valentine's Day.

The final doctor to sign off was my hematologist (blood doctor). On Feb. 13, he was still concerned about my blood levels and thought I should leave the hospital with a full tank. So he ordered 3 units of blood, which didn't start until late in the afternoon. It took over an hour for each unit and then I had to wait an hour after it was all done before I could leave. I was watching the clock tick and praying that blood drip faster.

Luckily my amazing nurses knew I was determined to be home by Valentine's Day, so my day nurse made sure all my discharge papers were ready to go. And as that last hour came to a close, my poor night nurse said I was clear to go. I say poor night nurse because she said she's only discharged a patient at night one other time. She was a little concern she might overlook something - but the day nurses had everything set and she knew she wasn't going to stop me from leaving.

It was 11:58 on Feb. 13 when I finally walked in the door at my parents house. It might have been close but goal was achieved.

Now Valentine's Day isn't about Prince Charming showing up with a dozen roses anymore. It's about embracing this second chance at life God has given me and enjoying every minute of it.

I was at Kroger tonight buying groceries, and I also picked up some Valentine's treats and a bottle of red wine. They're not for me to eat on Valentine's Day to drown my sorrows about being single on another Valentine's Day - it's to celebrate my one-year anniversary of a new life. I'm just thankful Hallmark pulls out all the stops to celebrate too!