I seriously cannot grasp that one whole year - 365 days - has passed by.  I remember as clear as day feeling like I was run over by a mack truck right after surgery.  Smelling THAT hospital smell.  Fluttering my eyes open to see my Sis standing there with a big forced smile, worried look and sigh of relief.  The intense need to pee and contemplating what body parts I would use to get outta bed to reach the bathroom.  The fuzzy blue slipper socks that I *still* use on days when I am looking for a comfort day.  Thanking God that I did actually wake up and showed signs of being coherent & stable.  Assuring my nurse I would take those 4 pieces of crushed pain pills in a just a few minutes....then promptly tossing them down the drain.  

The past year has been filled with ups and downs.  Mostly ups.  I feel incredibly healthy.  I am active.  And it doesn't hurt when I am active now.  In fact, most days I can't sit still.  I have lost 162 lbs and each day make a conscious CHOICE to respect my body like never before.  

Life is good.  I hope I am lucky enough to take this amazing trip down memory lane next year on this day.  And again in 20 years.  50 years.  

I am thankful for my Sis who has stood by me through thick and thin.  At my best and at my worst.  Without judgement but with encouragement, kindness, compassion and love.  

Today, I feel very blessed.