A wrenching chapter, but relatively short in the span of a lifetime I guess. 15 ½ months of angst & guilt, fear & eventual concurrence led to a spinal fusion. She is in her fourth week of recovery. We are on the other side. Perhaps light duty when held next to some, but this is all I know, and it was hard.
Every day, she amazes me. I was not an easy child, so I am told. I challenged everything, boldly and without grace. My path to this place could have been smoother, but my decisions did not always support forward motion. Her success, like her recovery, comes in record time. She doesn’t bully her way to the other side. She quietly analyses her options. She assesses the situation. Armed with information she charts a course. Perhaps the most beautiful and powerful detail in it all, is her state of ‘self’ and the decency in her heart.
“If you can capture her….” he searched for the words, “…eloquence and strength…that would be amazing,” he said.
I am humbled by her every day. We are blessed to have her… every day.
I thought I would give it a try. This…is just the beginning.