I spent my last night in the hospital in a new room and entirely differently ward. I had received the non-diagnosis, had my spiritual awakening and was getting nicely tucked into bed at 10:20pm, when they came in to tell me I was being moved. And I started crying all over again. I just wanted to sleep and go home the next day. But someone needed the ventilator in my room, so I was transferred to Hematology for my last night. And then cried again when the nurses had to take away my flowers because that was a rule on the new ward. 

Anyhoo, I had a lovely roommate for those last few hours that dragged on that Thursday. She was in her early 60s, and had been in the hospital for a few weeks of treatment for her cancer. We chatted a bit, I got to meet her daughter and granddaughter. And then I was released around 4pm.

But during that time, the doctors came to see me a few times, organizing my discharge. And I referenced my handy little notebook that had been given to me while I was in the hospital, by my dear friend Jill, along with chips & dip, a book I was to read to tell her how I liked it for her to know if she should bother reading it or not and candy. Because my notebook contained my list of questions I had. As well as my other notes tracking my medical information. My health diary.

So I asked away, going question by question, and they answered, and I wrote down their responses. All the while my roomie, hearing everything behind the privacy curtain. 

And after the doctors left, she said to me, “You ask the best questions.”

And that led me to telling her a lesson from my mom. Here is an excerpt from https://ammerle.ca/amms-story/amm-quotes/

The following quote was from Monday, March 30, 2009. “The importance of asking questions: It is important to ask questions, know how to ask questions, and listen carefully to the answers. If you are not getting the answers you want, continue to ask more questions.”

So ask your questions. Get the information you need. Ask differently or ask someone else if you aren’t comfortable with the answers you are receiving. Education and knowledge create progress. So keep asking.

It’s just another example of how my mother’s illness, death and wisdom, is still guiding me today. You effing rock, mom – THANKS!!