Lucille
Hi, I’m Lucille. You may be wondering why I’m not in a hospital currently. Well, it’s embarrassing and amazing at the same time. 2 years ago, I started to get better. One by one, machines were carted out of my room, nurses stopped seeing me, and one day, my doctor offered me a choice. For the first time in my life, I had a choice! He told me that he didn’t know how, or why, but I was recovering. My body was doing nearly everything it was supposed to do and if I wanted to, I could leave. At first, I had no clue what I was going to do. I was 17, no family, no job, and frankly, I never thought I’d be where I was. However, with a bank account full of donations that I planned to give to the hospital after I died, I decided that maybe I should do what every person in my position would want to do. I wanted to travel the world. I wanted freedom and I wanted to find out who I really was, without an IV. I blogged a final goodbye to my followers. I told them that I was getting better, and I needed to take a hiatus to figure out what would be best for me. However, I didn’t return. I didn’t return home, I didn’t return to my hospital, I didn’t return to my blog, nothing! For the past 2 years, I left everything I knew behind to chase every dream I had ever had.