I went through the cancer journey and I packed a few items with personal meaning in a travel bag to take with me to the hospital and rehab. I call it my Journey.
And seemed I kept hearing the song by Journey where ever I was or anytime I turned on the radio: Wheel in the Sky. And most of the story of the song fit how I felt.
So for me it was a song with meaning, a little stuffed bear from a friend, a ring of plastic from my Mom who thought it pretty and paid a nickel for it in a garage sale. (she had dementia. She thought it was beautiful and wanted me to wear it on my journey. So to me it was beautiful),
a cross for my bedstand from a minister, a picture of someone that gave me strength, my favourite fuzzy robe, and if I had had the room I would have had posters of space all over the walls.
I love Hubble photos.
Don't know how fun these things would be for someone else, but, it was what helped me.
And, yes, in OT after the surgery, I made a multi coloured metallic paper oragami crane!
Cherished that for years.