There was once a girl walking down the streets of Paris. She tripped on a little rut in the sidewalk and looked down, the corner of it was peeling upwards like a piece of wet paper drying swollen. She lifted it up slowly and saw beneath it, a night sky with perfect five point stars in white. Pulsating against grainy deep blue in a way that was so vibrant it was almost perverse.
I often reflect back on my time in ICU as a team effort, between myself and my care team, and also with my parents, family, and friends. Having my parents there with me in the hospital meant everything to me. Growing up, they were my role models, my friends, my supporters -- and in the hospital, my guardian angels.