I was finally able to come home on September 26, 2012; a few days after my last surgery.
I had never been greeted by so many people at the airport. There was a group of people just waiting for me, clapping for me as my mom pushed my wheelchair out. They even made posters with my name on them. I felt like a celebrity.
I don’t remember everyone that was there but I remember my grandparents, my friends from high school and their parents.
It was a little overwhelming at the time, I wasn’t able to really take it all in at the time, but just having all those people cheering me on as soon as I got home made me sure that I wouldn’t be alone on this journey; and I haven’t. If so many people believe in me, it meant I could do it, and it was true; I did it!