The Healing Process

It is funny to think about the progress that I have made since that fall 9 weeks ago, and how the body heals....It is a miraculous process...In the beginning, I had a hard time doing anything.... everything I did took time.... it hurt... I was cautious...I was taking baby steps... but as the weeks progressed... I have made such progress... yes... it still takes a lot of time to do things... but it has become second nature... I can get up and down the stairs... I can shower... I can make coffee ( and here is the remarkable part; it is that not only can I make coffee... but I have figured out a way to carry my coffee and drink it wherever I want! Yay!)... I can drive... I have also become accustomed to my limitations... I can only drive for 1 hour... I can only sit with my leg down for 2 hours... I need to go upstairs before I get too tired... I can clean my bathroom, but cannot push my vacuum...But with the recognition of my healing and my limitations, I feel independent... I feel like I can manage on my own...I feel like I'm on the road to getting my life back...
I am so grateful for the friends and family that walked me through this hard time to get me to this point.... They bolstered my spirits...made meals... supported my baby steps... cried with me... gave me comfort when I couldn't see past the immediate... prayed with me and for me... sent their love and healing thoughts my way... It fills my heart and soul...and gave me inspiration... it still does...
My parents left yesterday and independent living began again... I have the quiet of my home... I have my cats... I can listen to the radio...sing at the top of my lungs... yes... independent living can begin at any age... but I know that I have the love and support of so many... independent living doesn't mean living alone... and through this injury I recognize the difference.
That is truly the healing process at it's best and most remarkable!