The Leen

Six months ago today, I almost died. It seems so strange to me now to write that. I have so little memory of that time, and I feel okay most of the time now, so the reality of what happened is difficult for me to grasp.

For my family, though, it’s still all too real. I know Brett and my mom (and probably everyone else) still worry if they don’t hear from me on a regular basis throughout the day, and rightly so, I guess.

I am starting to realize the gravity of what happened more and more. As I watch Elanor grow and change and become her own person, I think sometimes that I could be gone, that I would be missing all of this, that she wouldn’t know her mom. That’s when the reality hits home most strongly.

But the fact of the matter is, thanks to God’s amazing orchestration of that day, I am still here. And I am so glad.

My health is fine. I’ve been given a clean bill of health, at least as clean as it will ever be. My heart looks fine, and I have no restrictions on my activity except I have been told to make sure I don’t get pregnant for the time being. (Fine with me. I am not at all ready to be pregnant again.)

So, six months out, things look wonderful. I’m so grateful for the fact that I’m alive and here to be with Brett and Elanor and the rest of my family and friends.