Exactly Two Months Ago This Minute....

I was dead.

Technically.

My heart wasn't beating, my lungs were deflated and rolled up like sleeping bags, my chest cavity was wide open through my side and my ribs were pried apart wide enough for two adult male hands to fit between them. (Extremely soft, steady and capable hands I might add)

Under any other circumstance I would never post a picture looking this terrible, but that day considering what my body had just been through - I deserved to look dead, because I just woke up from being dead.

Two months later and the hardest thing I had to do today was wake up and get out of bed...alive. What shouldn't I be grateful for? I think today is going to be a really good day.