April 2017. So, in April this year i had a hip surgery. I had a hip dysplasia since i was a kid that on the last years become so damn painful that just walking hurted me. I went to the Hospital in a lot of pain, and got out with 5 screws, a scratch and no more pain. I have a new hip (it’s my own bones, i didn’t get a prosthesis) and a life to live free of hip pain. So, it was all worth it.

To be totally honest with you, i was so damn afraid. As soon as i got into the Hospital all i wanted to do was to run away. But i stayed. You see, i had never been into a surgery before. And this was a big one.

When i entered the surgical ward, i just asked my mum for help me to be brave. As you know she had already passed away, but she’s my guardian angel. I couldn’t pray because i depleted all my prays when my mum was sick. I still believe in God. I just don’t pray anymore.

During the time i was there waiting, i thought about all that could gone wrong, about my life my friends. I did a recap. And yes i was afraid. But i forbid myself to cry. All i wanted was to that moment to end. I thought to myself: if i survived my mum’s dead i’ll survive anything in this world.

And suddenly i was sleeping. My last thought was anything like asking the universe to help Doctor Paulo Rego making a good “carpentry” job.

Then, when i woke up from the surgery i felt like i was drugged (and i was) and i lost the sense of time. My dad and my boyfriend came to see me at the recovery and, on the next day, i left the bed and went to a chair. I had a lot of pain so they give me morphine and that helped me a lot. I wanted morphine all the time, even if i had bad memories due to my mum’s cancer.

Sooner that day, the physiotherapist come to see me and i stood up for the first time. God, it was so hard. But i tried as much as i could.

I stayed 5 days at the hospital and when i came home i was forbidden to put my right foot on the ground for six weeks. It was hard to “walk” with crutches, but i tried my best to never be discouraged. My boyfriend and my dad helped me a lot with that.

During those 6 weeks i refused to be closed at home. Everyday i went to the mall at the end of the day, and due to the fact it was too hard for me to walk we rent the shopping wheelchair. Everybody looked at me in a pity way but i didn’t care. And i went to a job interview too during that period. It was scary but i got the job. I write to E-konomista.

Now, almost three months later, everything is finally ok. I’m walking normally and it feels so damn good. I still seeing my physiotherapist and soon i’ll be completely discharged.

All those pics you’ve seen here on the blog for the last two months were taken before the surgery.I didn’t want the blog to stop because it’s part of my life and it would make me feel sad if i stopped it. And for many reasons i couldn’t share my surgery with you before even if there was days that all i wanted to do was share. I just wasn’t prepared until now.

Anyway, i want you to know that you, my readers,  were crucial on my motivation to get better everyday. One of the things i love the most in the world is to create content for you, and i’m so happy i can finally do it again.

Even without knowing it you’ve supported me a lot. And i’m opening my heart about all the stuff i’ve been through with you now.

So, all i want now is to live in all the senses of the word. I want to go to the beach, to shoot a lot of pics, to walk on the streets and to feel the world.

Thanks to my boyfriend that is the best man in the world and treated me as a queen all this time, to my dad that has always supported me, to my closest friends Cristina and Carolina and to all the medical tequis of the Beatriz Ângelo Hospital, especially to Doctor Paulo Rego. Thanks to my physiotherapist Manel too that still put up with me every week.

And this is it. All i ask the universe is to be smart to face every challenge in my life. Always with a smile upon my face. Now i can proudly say i’ve overcome one more.