Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Surviving (Literally)

Hello Readers,

I know, I know...I sound like a broken record when I say that I was busy and that I'm going to start blogging again. But I promise...So much has happened since my last post. 

First off, I got married. :)
I had a Literature themed wedding so I'll be creating a  separate post showing all the wonderful book themed items in my wedding. 

Next, I tried to get my read back on. My husband and I committed to the 52 Hike Challenge, and along with wedding planning, this took over my reading life. I am slowly getting back into reading. In fact, I actually sparked my husband's joy of reading as well. He has finished reading 3 books so far!!! Yay! I asked him to contribute his thoughts on these books on here, so you'll be seeing some posts by him soon. We have also read some books together, which I plan to have a "His & Hers" reviews too. I'm excited about that.

Now on a more serious note:
I am surviving. That's right. Surviving.

A week after returning from our honeymoon, I got really sick. I was hospitalized for over two weeks. It started with a migraine but then it escalated to the point where I stopped talking, stopped swallowing (I was choking on my own saliva), and stopped walking. I was in and out of consciousness. My left side of the face went paralyzed. 

At first, the neurologist thought I was having a stroke, thus he immediately rushed me to the hospital. But I kept getting worse and all my lab results showed otherwise. I had three CT Scans, 3 MRIs, countless of X-rays, 2 Spinal Tap procedures, 4-7 vials of blood taken from me every day, was given an oxygen mask as well as a suction machine for my choking, and was given a feeding tube. I was on my death bed and 6 doctors could not figure out was wrong with me. In fact, they still don't know what's wrong with me. 

I started to get better when my neurologist decided to give me steroids. As soon as they were administered, I "woke" up. I started talking, swallowing, and somewhat walking again. 

I was discharged on August 1st and I am receiving therapy at home. I am doing a heck of a lot better since my ordeal but I still have a long road of recovery. I am currently getting my strength back and trying to stay positive. My current motto is: #chingona.  Which means "bad ass" in Spanish because I am determined to get better. 

Readers, I ask for prayers for a speedy recovery and hopefully find out the prognosis soon. 

In the mean time, thank you for taking the time to read this. 


  1. Oh my god, I'm glad to hear you're better. Sounds really scary, everything that happened to you. Especially if the doctors don't know whats happening.

    I hope your recovering is going well!

    1. Hi Esther, sorry for the late reply.

      I am doing much better. I still don't have a diagnosis but the doctors think it some sort of autoimmune disease. Though I am feeling a lot better, I am doing my best to stay safe during our current situation.

      I pray that all is well with you!

    2. Stay safe and healthy! Life outside is not that safe right now...