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Making progress
After my mom passed away, I had many boxes of papers and photos to sort. Back then, paper photos were still popular, some I kept, some I didn't. While I was in the hospital after the accident, I wasn't able to eat food for a couple of months. I got my nutrition through a tube but I never tasted it. I wasn't able to move around and not alert much at first. As I healed, I shrank away to almost nothing. I got rid of all the gruesome pictures she took because she was worried she would lose me. I kept 3 photos where I look human again and in each photo I'm doing something progressive.
This is walking without someone or something helping. First trip across my hospital room without a wheelchair! This was a huge smiling through lots of pain moment! I lost so much weight, the clothes mom brought for me were baggy, even my boots.
THIS was THE day I thought I might be all right! The first ray of hope in my heart. Then baby steps. LOTS of baby steps. I laid there for weeks being a sourpuss because I never thought I would do gymnastics or circus acts again. No more sports. All the things I enjoyed were gone. My life felt empty. I would be an invalid. I lost hope. THEN I TOOK THESE STEPS!
It was the beginning of recovery. Recovery took years. I'm still recovering. I want to remember this moment when I feel low. The body can heal enough to work in limited ways. SO CAN MY MIND!
Millions of baby steps later, I'm doing more things than I ever expected. If I could've known that, I'd have been a less crabby patient.
I try to forget it all, but there are some things that should always be remembered.
Baby steps! Smile!
After my mom passed away, I had many boxes of papers and photos to sort. Back then, paper photos were still popular, some I kept, some I didn't. While I was in the hospital after the accident, I wasn't able to eat food for a couple of months. I got my nutrition through a tube but I never tasted it. I wasn't able to move around and not alert much at first. As I healed, I shrank away to almost nothing. I got rid of all the gruesome pictures she took because she was worried she would lose me. I kept 3 photos where I look human again and in each photo I'm doing something progressive.
This is walking without someone or something helping. First trip across my hospital room without a wheelchair! This was a huge smiling through lots of pain moment! I lost so much weight, the clothes mom brought for me were baggy, even my boots.
THIS was THE day I thought I might be all right! The first ray of hope in my heart. Then baby steps. LOTS of baby steps. I laid there for weeks being a sourpuss because I never thought I would do gymnastics or circus acts again. No more sports. All the things I enjoyed were gone. My life felt empty. I would be an invalid. I lost hope. THEN I TOOK THESE STEPS!
It was the beginning of recovery. Recovery took years. I'm still recovering. I want to remember this moment when I feel low. The body can heal enough to work in limited ways. SO CAN MY MIND!
Millions of baby steps later, I'm doing more things than I ever expected. If I could've known that, I'd have been a less crabby patient.
I try to forget it all, but there are some things that should always be remembered.
Baby steps! Smile!