I spent so much time in and out of the hospital in my life it is amazing how very comfortable I am visiting people and when I am a patient I am usually very at ease with all that is going on around me. I know when and what to ask and question everything necessary in my care. There was one incident that I spent the Christmas holiday in the hospital and although I do not celebrate Christmas, it is a time that we were always together with the family sharing time for both Christmas and Hanukkah. I was told I could not go home and I think I spent days feeling sorry for myself and disappointed I could not go home. There were gifts and parties and visits from all kinds of folks and a very festive atmosphere throughout the time I was there and it also, at first, felt like the worst holiday ever and my experience was going to be terrible. What I came to realize is that it did not matter where I was but my state of mind about the situation. I would still call it my worst holiday experience but saying that is really not that fair. I was still happy, on my way to recovery, visited by everyone in my family and my friends, and kept very, very busy with celebrations in the hospital. In between treatments and medications, I forgot how very unhappy I thought I would be. I embrace the holidays still and hope that all of you do as well. I was able to make a bad experience into a positive one even at its worst. 
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