When I woke up after the surgery, surrounded by friends and family, I had the acute knowledge that I had lost the ability to walk. It wasn’t scary, it just was what it is. All I knew was I had work to do and without or without sensation below I needed to get to work. Reality was completely different. I had to recover.
The biggest challenge I face now is managing pain and doing my daily PT and OT sessions. Despite having feeling in a small portion of my body the pain fills up rooms. Despite being somewhat fit before the accident I am in no way in shape to move myself with what I have. As we celebrate with each new movement learned I have to rest constantly and each new day I wake up stiff as a board with the aches of my injury joined by the soreness of tiny muscles waking up from never had been used in this way.
Knots, cramps, are constant. I cry a lot. While I have done some challenging things in my life up to this point this one takes the cake by a long shot.
Okay, enough about my pity party. I am truly grateful to be where I am and look forward to accomplishing those crazy dreams I woke with. I also want to say to everyone out there send great energy our way, Thank you. Thank you, Thank you. I am not sure what I did to deserve such an outpouring of love, but it has made a huge impact. I only hope to one day be able to share my gratitude in person.