It's hard to believe that just three months ago today, I was undergoing emergency surgery in Anchorage. Long story short, I was traveling on business and developed unusual and intense abdomen pain. After I tried for hours to shrug off the pain, the hotel concierge sent me to the nearest emergency room at Providence Alaska Medical Center, the state's largest hospital. After a few blood tests and ultrasounds, doctors discovered my bile duct was blocked by a gallstone, and my gallbladder needed to come out - stat! After spending the night in the ER, I was transferred the next morning to another facility, Alaska Regional Hospital, and in to the Operating Room I went.
From the speedy diagnosis to the decision on surgery to the wheeling me back to the operating table, everything happened so quickly. My mind raced with countless thoughts and anxieties. Not only was I scared because of the unexpectedness of the situation, but I didn't feel like I had all my affairs in order - which for a woman who prides herself on organizing and strategizing, this worried me immensely.
But I hadn't reason to worry. I was surrounded by an outstanding support system of terrific friends and colleagues who jumped at the opportunity to help a friend in need. I was beyond blessed. My awesome friend, Sharon, was with me through the ups and downs, through the dizzying nausea when I came out of my anesthesia, through all my pain management. She spent the night with me, making sure I was comfortable and safe. In my narcotic-laden state of mind, I probably had numerous obnoxious conversations with Sharon about Grumpy Cat and Paula Deen and Krispy Kreme. Sharon, with her impeccable bedside manner, tolerated me with a smile, and for that I'm endlessly grateful.