My drive home from church on a sunny Mother’s Day afternoon changed my life forever. Almost two years have passed since the collision with a high-speed driver caused severe, potentially life- threatening injuries. After three weeks in the hospital I was released—just a day before my son’s high school graduation. While I was thrilled to move home again, moving on was not that simple. Months of rehabilitation, more surgeries, and a painful adjustment to the reality of a body and mind that functioned differently lay ahead. I was grateful that I had survived, but wondered:
I love this. I had a freak stroke that took my left peripheral vision- so no driving. I too search occasionally for words snd facisl recognition has decreased. To everyone. I look “normal”. The journey painful and yet unexpected joy and to experience the depth of people’s compassion.
I love this. I had a freak stroke that took my left peripheral vision- so no driving. I too search occasionally for words snd facisl recognition has decreased. To everyone. I look “normal”. The journey painful and yet unexpected joy and to experience the depth of people’s compassion.