28 May 2016

Recovery

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I returned home confined to a wheel chair. I hated that thing and on numerous days, I wished I had the strength to chuck it through one of the big picture windows that surrounded my living room. I fantasized about it rolling down the hill, into the ravine, buried deep in the woods, never to be seen again.

 

I hated being dependent on people. I was very thankful that my mother had come to live with us, devoting all of her time and attention to tending to my needs and caring for my family. But, I longed for my independence and to be a part of the daily routines of my four active children.

 

I hated the fact that I was always fatigued. I hated the boredom that resulted as I was confined to either my bed or that damn chair.

 

I hated how long it took to do basic things . . .

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23 May 2016

The Hospital

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Wooden Roses

 

Some memories are crystal clear and some are a bit sketchy. These are things that I remember . . .

 

When I opened my eyes for the first time, I remember seeing my father, my brother and his wife. “It’s finally over,” was the first thing that I said to my father.

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