is for Home and Health
I love my HOME.
It isn't a house, a house is just an empty shell.
My home is where we love and care for each other.
Where we make memories that get us through the tough times that show up in this life.
Where I know I am safe and cherished.
If you knew me well, you would proably question my thinking on this one. I have struggled with my Health, Old Arthur sitting in pretty bad in my spine, torn legiment in my foot, but here is the reasoning.
I am able to get out of bed, my biggest joy in the morning is getting up and seeing my Hubby off to work.
I can walk, a friend at church had a surgery gone bad and is now in a wheelchair.
I can lift the Laundry basket, my mom shattered her shoulder last October and is still struggling.
I can feel pain, some have had accidents that leave them with only their minds working.
You see, on September 17 2008 I had a major stroke and God orchestrated the timing. I was able to be at the Hospital in time to receive the life changing TPA(tissue plasminogen activator) drug. When administrated I had no feeling or movement and very slurred speech that took minutes to only get out a sound or two. There were two hospitals within the same distance, in opposite directions, turned out the one I was sent to was the only one that had the TPA drug on hand.
So for my letter H I am so thankful for my Home, Health and the right Hospital.
Linking today with the ABC Wednesday party