Saying Goodbye to the Year 2022 and Ringing in the New Year

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ng recovery process — four to six weeks. And I was still waiting for another surgery to take place once I fully recovered.Unfortunately for me, in March I tripped and tore a ligament and tendon on my foot, as well as sprained my ankle (talk about being clumsy). I thought it was just a simple sprain and treated my foot as it — you know, the RICE method (rest, ice, compress, elevate). But after a couple of weeks with no progress, I went to the foot doctor, who ended up putting me on a CAM (Controlled Ankle Motion) boot. I was not expecting that. I was on that boot for six months, from April through September.<figure id="b2c7"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*FF9J5eWiZI3N277Du_snVw.jpeg"><figcaption>Me and the CAM boot — image by the Author</figcaption></figure>By the month of June, I had fully recuperated from the hiatal hernia stomach surgery. I underwent a cholecystectomy (gallbladder removal surgery), which took place on June 9. Recovery was not as bad as the previous surgery; therefore, I was up and running a few days after.All these health issues were daunting and kept my spirits low. But nothing compares to the worst part of 2022. My 10-year-old fur baby, Chewy, went into cardiac arrest and died on August 27. It tore me apart. Life would never be the same without

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him. Still, to this day, my heart aches for him.Then in December, we received good news and bad news. The good news was that our son received a promotion at his job. The bad news was that the promotion came with a relocation to another state 32 hours away from us. Though I was happy for him, I also felt sad. But I put on my big girl pants and reassured him I was fine and that we were going to help him move. My husband and I crossed the state from east to west to help our son with the move during the December snowstorms. It was a scary but glorious trip, and also emotional for me.<figure id="3685"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*gwk6Ulxrvvv1k0MlrpVf1w.jpeg"><figcaption>Snowstorm on I-80 — image by the Author</figcaption></figure>But, with all this, I am grateful. I am grateful that I could experience it all because I am alive. Grateful for the full recuperation from my health issues. Grateful for Chewy being in my life as long as he did, and for the love we gave him and received from him. I am grateful for my son’s new endeavor and professional growth.It seems 2022 was a year of recuperation for me in all its senses. So today, I recognize that 2022 was a year of strength and growth. I leave it behind and start anew in 2023. May the good life begin.</article></body>

I Proclaim this Year Will be Better

I have not written in a while. Something inside of me was not right. I love to write but I could not seem to get anything on paper. Ironically, I get tons of ideas while I am showering. But as soon as I’m out of the shower, I forget what the idea was. So today, though I did not have a clue what to write about, I sat with my laptop and began to type away.

Though it is the new year, I want to recognize 2022 for what it was and how it affected my life. It might have been one of the reason’s I experienced writer’s block. Therefore, I will bare my soul with all it was. Only then I can leave it behind.

I began the year 2022 recuperating from a surgery, Nissen Fundoplication (hiatal hernia stomach surgery), from the prior year. It was a long recovery process — four to six weeks. And I was still waiting for another surgery to take place once I fully recovered.

Unfortunately for me, in March I tripped and tore a ligament and tendon on my foot, as well as sprained my ankle (talk about being clumsy). I thought it was just a simple sprain and treated my foot as it — you know, the RICE method (rest, ice, compress, elevate). But after a couple of weeks with no progress, I went to the foot doctor, who ended up putting me on a CAM (Controlled Ankle Motion) boot. I was not expecting that. I was on that boot for six months, from April through September.

Me and the CAM boot — image by the Author

By the month of June, I had fully recuperated from the hiatal hernia stomach surgery. I underwent a cholecystectomy (gallbladder removal surgery), which took place on June 9. Recovery was not as bad as the previous surgery; therefore, I was up and running a few days after.

All these health issues were daunting and kept my spirits low. But nothing compares to the worst part of 2022. My 10-year-old fur baby, Chewy, went into cardiac arrest and died on August 27. It tore me apart. Life would never be the same without him. Still, to this day, my heart aches for him.

Then in December, we received good news and bad news. The good news was that our son received a promotion at his job. The bad news was that the promotion came with a relocation to another state 32 hours away from us. Though I was happy for him, I also felt sad. But I put on my big girl pants and reassured him I was fine and that we were going to help him move. My husband and I crossed the state from east to west to help our son with the move during the December snowstorms. It was a scary but glorious trip, and also emotional for me.

Snowstorm on I-80 — image by the Author

But, with all this, I am grateful. I am grateful that I could experience it all because I am alive. Grateful for the full recuperation from my health issues. Grateful for Chewy being in my life as long as he did, and for the love we gave him and received from him. I am grateful for my son’s new endeavor and professional growth.

It seems 2022 was a year of recuperation for me in all its senses. So today, I recognize that 2022 was a year of strength and growth. I leave it behind and start anew in 2023. May the good life begin.