Starting again…

Like everyone currently living through this pandemic, my life feels like it’s in a holding pattern, just waiting to get back to life as we knew it. 

This is not the first time my life has been put on hold, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.  In 2017, after a long 2-year slow road to recovery, my life was derailed once again by a small cut on the back of my leg and I found myself back in hospital.  Now, I’m no stranger to hospitals as I have been in and out of them since I was born for one reason or another, but for this particular wound I was hospitalised a second time to finally finish my healing, and to hopefully put an end to the constant dressing changes, medication, hospital stays, multiple surgeries, fevers, needles, uncertainty and generally feeling unwell the whole time.  I had been trying to heal my body naturally up until this point, but it would not cooperate. It would not heal to the point of full recovery and I had to do something about it to finish this chapter and have the freedom to move on, to start life again.