“Are you ready to leave?”
“Yes and No! I must admit I have become quite fond of the nursing staff. I’m afraid. I am so dependant on everyone, else to take care of my needs. I don’t know how I am going to survive in the real world. Let alone take care of my daughter.”
“Honey look out that window.” Nurse Joyce demanded. “Do you see those blue skies and the wind blowing in the trees? Its Spring. A lovely time to enjoy Gods creations.”Nurse Joyce was always preaching. I was too ,so it was like we had church every other weekend, when she was on duty.
“You’re right! I guess I can’t help but worry. I have this fear of failure that I can’t seem to shudder. What if I don’t make it? The Doctor says I may not ever be the same. I have to be on medication for the rest of my life. I have so many disabilities. My goals and dreams may never take flight.”
“Is this you talking Aija? I am really confused. As much inspiration and motivation you have spread in these halls, is now a mystery to me. I don’t understand. This doesn’t sound like the Aija, I know and have grown to love. I hear those demons, that creep under our beds and try to shakes us. They shake and chase our feelings of confidence and comfort away. You can’t let this change you. This too shall pass. You are a miracle. No Doctor or Nurse, for that matter thought that you would survive this disease. You are here for a reason. Make it count!