There's no place like home

Instead of wrapping up The Mayo today, I had a stress test that was a bit rough.  I had horrific chest pain during it and they noticed changes on my test strip.  What does this mean besides I can't come home tomorrow?  I don't know.  Maybe finally an answer.

The biggest thing is, I am ready to come home.  All the messages and warm wishes have made me home sick in a huge way.  I have great friends and family.  I am very loved.

I haven't written much about the bipolar lately, I suppose that is because there isn't much to report.  I have been shockingly stable, maybe the bad days with that are mostly over for me.  I can only hope because that is, by far, the worst illness my family has suffered.  It hurt all of us so much.

Back to Milwaukee, as much as I look forward to moving someday, there really is no place like home and Milwaukee will always be mine. It is the place I met my husband, the place I gave birth to my children, the place I was married.  It is the place that I met most of my friends.  It is and always will be a huge part of my life.

To all those who have sent me messages telling me that it is time to come home, I am trying.  Unfortunately, my vote is kind of low on the priority list.  But I love that I am so missed, because you are all just as missed.

Until next time........

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