Christmas in hospital 🏥

December 2015-GCR Repty 🇵🇱

It can really be the most wonderful…I mean difficult time of the year. Knowing that it was Christmas, made everything twice as sad😔😢. My worst Christmas yet, by far! Spent in a hospital bed… but on a brighter side I wasn’t alone. My dad and Mr P were already there, and my mum flew from Ireland. It was us four, trying to make it as good as we possibly could. We got the permission to use the main kitchen, asking for it constantly and several times, so we could cook a Christmas meal 🔑 🙄. We had the traditional beetroot soup with dumplings and the fried carp of course 🥟🐟😋. The fact I could actually eat and had loved ones around made it feel a little bit “normal”, even though it really was the toughest time for that kind of celebration. I have to admit that I always loved Christmas 🎄 it was that special time that I enjoyed for the first 23 years of my life. In 2015 that changed, but I hope not forever…🤞

The funny story I mentioned in my previous post was how I got the free TV😂 one of my favourite memories. I remember you had to put in coins to the machine to get TV hours. It was ridiculous, not only because I was a patient and it was quite expensive, but the hours would just keep running out without you having the TV even on🙄. Yeah that’s right…if you wanted to watch a programme in the morning and put money into the machine , and there was a programme you wanted to see that evening, most likely your TV hours would be gone by then 🙄. Marcin, I really hope you’ll get to read this… if you’re I’m dedicating this post to you 💁🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️. One afternoon before leaving for his Christmas break, Marcin, my favourite carer in that place, a very positive guy (who actually didn’t know me very well, yet always believed in me) came into my room. He’d do that very often, just to make me smile, usually saying something funny, always telling me that I’ll walk again and achieve great things in life…well I’m here💁🏻‍♀️, starting with my own blog 👊💪✍️. I still couldn’t talk at the time, but my dad would always have conversations with him. That day he comes in and asks: “are you staying here for Christmas?”, I nod for YES. He takes out a lighter and something made from metal, I’m pretty sure it was a knife or a screwdriver 🙉🙈 few seconds and BOOM! 💣🤩 Over 200 hours on the TV meter 😂 “Merry Christmas” he says, I’m over the moon 🤗 he made my day! Merry Christmas to me indeed 🎅☺️!

🦋 Being a FAMILY means you’re a part of something wonderful. It means you’ll LOVE and be loved for the rest of your life. When we have each other, we have EVERYTHING…🦋

On the 24th, in the evening we had a Christmas Eve supper in my room, that my dad had cooked for us in the rehabilitation centre’s main kitchen. I was thankful to be able to eat by then, without having to have to use the PEG feed in my stomach, and happy to have my loved ones there. FAMILY & LOVE are the two most important things, and HEALTH of course, but I was then fighting for that and I continue to fight today 👊👣 physical health, because otherwise I’m good 🧘🏻‍♀️🤗. It was my first ever Christmas spent in a hospital bed, and I hope it was the last spent in this way 🤞. Anyway on a brighter side I felt loved 🥰, as we welcomed the New Year together 🥳🥂, watching the New Year’s concert on TV, not a care in the world about that TV meter😂. We were sorted for my entire stay there 📺 🙃🙌. We had those magical hands 🤲 that could just create some type of electric shock to the machine 💥😂 absolutely brilliant…I’ll never forget that.

We entered 2016 full of positivity and hope, as we do every year. I haven’t given up back then, and I’m still not giving up today-4 years later 👊💪!

🦋 Success in life comes when you simply refuse to give up, with goals so strong that obstacles, failure, and loss only act as motivation. Never give up, because great things take time! 🦋

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