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I spent 3 weeks in hospital in July. (Skin infection (erysipelas) on my leg, got high fever and the chills when I arrived at ER, plus my leg hurt like hell. Got antibiotics in high doses directly into the veins, and had all sorts of weird equipment used on me to make sure I hadn't a trombosis. I'm still on sick leave and the doctors told me to be extra careful to let it heal completely, because an erysipelas can recur easily. I'm going to be a good girl. *koff*)
Now why I'm posting here... I hope this is the right place for it. I had a roommate in hospital, a woman 55 years old, with cancer. She knew that she only had 1.5 years max to live. Her name was Renate. She was just in hospital to get her pain medication re-adjusted. We talked a lot during the long and boring days, about living and dying and wanting to know or not. And how hard it is, esp. for her husband, who hates to be that helpless. When she left the hospital we hugged, most likely we'll never see each other again, but we made a difference for each other.
All this really made me think. What would I do should this happen to me? My own stay in hospital became a lot less significant, within a few weeks I'll be back to normal, Renate on the other hand...
So thank you, Renate, you'll never read this, but I needed to write it.
Now why I'm posting here... I hope this is the right place for it. I had a roommate in hospital, a woman 55 years old, with cancer. She knew that she only had 1.5 years max to live. Her name was Renate. She was just in hospital to get her pain medication re-adjusted. We talked a lot during the long and boring days, about living and dying and wanting to know or not. And how hard it is, esp. for her husband, who hates to be that helpless. When she left the hospital we hugged, most likely we'll never see each other again, but we made a difference for each other.
All this really made me think. What would I do should this happen to me? My own stay in hospital became a lot less significant, within a few weeks I'll be back to normal, Renate on the other hand...
So thank you, Renate, you'll never read this, but I needed to write it.
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