I give "community" as one big reason for my survival and recovery from a serious illness in Amsterdam earlier this year. I lay in a single bed for three months but rarely felt alone.
Physical independence has expanded my world: from a single bed, to a hospital hallway, to Oosterpark, to Florida my home and neighborhood. Yesterday, my husband and I ventured further than we've been since our return, and, as always, we are the better for this little taste of travel.
Two months ago today, my husband, Ray, and I flew home to Florida from Amsterdam, where I'd become critical ill during a vacation.
The first hurricane to threaten Florida this year, Hurricane Dorian, is headed our way.
On August 8, after being a hospital patient for 100 days, I was released back into the free world. No more 5:30 AM visits from the blood lab techs. No more blood pressure/temperature/O2 measuring every four hours. No more being restricted to my chair or to my bed for fear of falling. Also, no more…
After the easy intimacy I had developed with my caregivers in Amsterdam, the brisk efficiency of the highly organized unit at Shands was both welcome and offputting.
On July 29, I walked out of Amsterdam ‘s OLVG hospital, my home of twelve weeks, and into Florida’s Shands Hospital. It was almost as easy as it sounds.
It was touch and go for the following four weeks, but Ray was buoyed by the very welcomed arrival of our daughter Victoria and my sister Susie. Our daughter soothed me with empowering words and calming strokes. My sister held my hand for hours. Ray tells me that the three of them would retreat from…
My parents were both half Norwegian. Mom's maternal family originally were the Kjilis, which someone at Ellis Island translated as Kelly. Dad's paternal family were the Amundsons, which someone at Ellis Island translated as Amerson.
Today, thinking about making a home, staying put, and leaving for new vistas. The writing will come. For now, these images of water life in Amsterdam.