oh my! what a memory!

These dramatic events in our lives are what make us strong and wise. A powerful, agonizing description of a painful event, but also the presence of care and love in the face of your father. 💕

A poerful and touching reflection.You capture both pain and the love so clearly-especially your dad wrapping you in a blanket and carrying you through the doors.Very heartfelt,,thank you for sharing this.

a welcomed outcome, glad we are still blessed with you

You are lucky and we are too! Best warmest wishes & prayers! Have a wonderful time :-)

That was awful for you Paula, good that your dad got you to the hospital in time. I had a close call too, I was twelve when I took ill with a septic hip, that was horrendously painful. I spent three months in hospital, but I lived in pain right up until I was aged 52, then they operated, first on my knee that had taken all the strain over the years and that was very painful too, at 54 I had a hip replacement done, so life hasn’t been easy for me… Beryl

Wow! Close call. God wanted you around for poetry. Everyone's life is a book of suspense and survival. Glad you are here:))

"Reflections On My Childhood In The Hospital." ~ Date Written:9/16/2026 ~ Written by Human Poet..........