**UPDATE**
Unlike most posts here, this one contains no hyperbole, exaggeration, humor, or attempt to malign (rightfully so) Idol...
I am now home, and have had a major surgery which by ALL views should have turned me into a quadriplegic. It was to the point that they did not even tell me the full extent of the risks and just did it. I understood the great risk that I would never walk again. In addition, I should not have ever gotten stronger than I was at the time of the surgery, nor should I have retained control of bowels, urinary, and limbs/neck. I should be in a chair blowing towards the direction I wish to roll.
That said... I am one
tough LUCKY SOB who received more than one miracle at the hands of a surgeon who exceeds the very best by 10x. People talk about this guy when he isn't in the room like he's a god. I am quickly beginning to understand why. I met with my surgeon's nurse yesterday for a checkup-- she looked at me like I was the recipient of a Divine gift as I walked 5 step[s without a walker in front of her-- 2 days post surgery.
This has unnerved me-- in part because of everything i should have lost, but also now because I am coming to terms with being worthy of such a miracle. That office sees/performs this surgery routinely-- It doesn't come out like this. I actually stood up from a seated position, unbraced, 5 times in a row. I shouldn't have balance, nor control of my legs.
I cannot thank you enough, my friends, for you thoughts, support, care, and always being here. You guys have always helped me get through these things-- unconventionally, but in the most manly (mostly-no homo) ways. Sincere respect and the utmost appreciation.
Please feel free to make comments here-- I am shot emotionally, so digging in deep for strong, deep-truth meaning will swamp me for a while.
As always, Meg (AKA Hard To Kill)

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