La4. The Thought That Kept Me AliveEven while bedridden, my mind kept working.Every day, as nurses washed and moved me in bed, I watched them. I saw their effort, their fatigue, their care. I saw families struggling next to their loved ones.One thought never left me:There must be a better way.That thought helped me survive the month and a half in the hospital. It gave meaning to time.5. Recovery and Relearning LifeIn mid-September 2024, I returned home.I began speech therapy to relearn words I had lost.At home, I studied again from the basics — like a child learning language for the first time. Slowly, my voice returned. My left eye, which had stopped seeing, recovered as the optic nerve healed.But the idea born in the hospital stayed with me.6. From Personal Pain to a Shared RealityCaring for my elderly mother, now bedridden due to age and serious health conditions, made everything clearer.What I experienced was not exceptional.It is daily life for millions of people.Nurses, caregivers, and family members lift, move, and assist patients every day — often alone, often exhausted. Pain and physical strain are accepted as normal.They shouldn’t be.