hannie’s spot. all hannie.

I’m one incredibly lucky person, that I am. I’ve had ten surgeries. In saying that, I have always told the surgeon that my wishes were that anyone who had cancer or was in an emergency went ahead of me in the books and even if it was my turn. I figured those people needed them more than me and I could wait a couple hours. No biggie.

One time, I was scheduled for surgery, already in PACU (the pre operating place where they fix you all up) and I was bumped for an accident victim who was in some serious bad shape. I got placed next to the ice chip machine of all places for about six hours. They gave me a brand new airman who had no experience in placing an O-line and he dumped tons of my blood on the floor and then slid and fell in it. I wanted to cry as his superior screamed at him and made him mop up the floor. His superior redid the line, and eventually that airman came back to me and apologized. You know, crap happens, but when you’re out on that field saving our wounded military, please remember this and don’t be making that mistake again, please.

Of those ten surgeries, my surgeons had to go against my wishes to save my life. I knew that they had to do that, and I could never thank them enough for making that call and making sure I made it through some scary stuff. One of those three times, my mother had to make life saving decisions for me because I could not make them myself, and I never ever wanted her to have to relive that horror with me after going through that with my own sister a few years back.

Truly, I am blessed, I am.