Wednesday, January 20, 2016

I Made It Out Alive

Seven years ago, I resumed blogging after a six-month hiatus.
When I say hiatus, I mean pretty much when I was dead.
Three and a half months of that 6-month break was in a coma,
 and five and a half months were spent in the hospital recovering.
It's still amazing to me that I made it out alive.
If I am still and my mind is clear, I often think about those long
days in the hospital.  I can even smell the room I lived in.
I think about the pain I felt, the emotional heartache,
I endured minute after painful minute.
I can see my bloody bandages and broken body and hear my wispy voice.
I cried a lot back then.
(Christian's hands in his blue compression garments, and me in brown)

I'm at a part in my life's story where
I can look back at some of my hard times and
be grateful for the progress I've made and the lessons I am learning.
I certainly have gained a different perspective on hope and endurance,
not to mention beauty and true happiness.
Tonight, sitting in the living room reading Valentine's Day books to my children
near the relaxing fire, Mr. Nielson made, 
I turned the pages with the same brittle
burned hands I never thought would work again.
In that moment, I felt a sense
of gratitude and love for my life, hands, and trials.

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