Angela’s Corner: There’s No Place Like HomeAngela Banker
Itâ€™s a three-hour drive from my sisterâ€™s house near Seattle to my home in Eastern Washington. We had a brief stop in Seattle at the hospital for a post-op appointment with my general surgeon. Even with that appointment, I was glad to be headed home. I loved spending time with my sister and her family. Iâ€™m appreciative of their kindness during the week of my stay. Despite that, I was beyond ready to go home. I was ready to be with my family again. I was ready to be whole again, to be a mom and help with homework and read bedtime stories.
The drive home was much nicer than the drive back to my sisterâ€™s house after my surgeries, but then again, I had had time to recover and had learned to adapt to my needs. I utilized a pillow on my lap to help support my arms and to soften the blow over any bumps in the road we hit. My seat belt was a little trickier. Having the strap across my chest was painful. I often would hold the strap away from my body and eventually got tired of it and moved the strap behind my back. I know itâ€™s not safe, but when you have a three hour ride home, you simply need to do the best you can.
Coming out of the second mountain pass brought a sigh of relief. Twenty more minutes and I would be walking through my front door. The trip would come to a close, and the majority of my healing would take place at home. I believe home is where I needed to be. Itâ€™s where I felt the most comfortable, where my heart and my family reside.
When I finally walked through the front door, I was greeted by my in-laws with a beautiful bouquet of lavender flowers. Our dog, just over a year old, showed nothing but pure excitement to have us all home too. Walking further into the house and into the living room, I found numerous cards from family and friends next to my newly purchased fluffy red recliner. I was never a big fan of recliners, they just didnâ€™t fit my tastes, but we made sure to purchase one prior to my surgery. Iâ€™m glad we did because that became my bed for the next three weeks.
Sleeping in a recliner was not a necessity; however, it was the most comfortable for me during that time. Lying flat in bed became difficult. Iâ€™ve always been a side sleeper and many times during the night I would rotate from one side to the other. Sleeping on my side was not an option (due to comfort) at that point in my recovery. So, I took to my recliner with added pillows for my arm supports and allowed my husband to have a restful sleep too. After all, I was able to nap numerous times during the day, while my husband had to play the role of mom and dad, caregiver, and chiropractor. I couldnâ€™t even begin to express how grateful I am for those two extra hats he had to put on.
Home, to me, is where ever your heart resides. My heart lies with my husband and daughter. I felt I was able to recover more quickly when I was with them. My spirit was renewed from two surgeries and the news of cancer, all because I had my family by my side. Those two truly are my heart, my soul, my everything.
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