Never Can Say Good Bye

As I come to an end of my medical saga, a certain sadness comes over me. At a time when I should be joyous, I feel so unsteady. Under the care of…… there was always, a doctor, therapist, trainer, prosthetist, etc. that filled in that blank. I was under the care of…. But now that is coming to an end. I am walking with a cane and I am feeling better and am quite aware of what my physical limitations are and will be for the rest of my life. Why then, the sadness? I don’t know. I suspect there is some attachment that happens when you are “under the care of…”
When I first came home from the hospital, after about a week, I would lock myself in the bathroom and secretly cry because I missed something about being in the hospital. It was actually my home for four months. I had lost everything and I had made something- some kind of relationship with a bevy of medical professionals in a hospital. And that came to an end like all of my appointments and treatments are coming to an end. With finality there is sorrow but there is also the joy of beginning. And so I begin a new and exciting journey with the love of my life, my husband, as we embark on our little journey across America… Au Revoir!