Celebrating Six Months

Here we are. November 14, 2017.
Six months out from the bum hitting the pavement.
The image above? #truth
I live life day by day, yet always hopeful I can push a little further than I did the day before.
I try not to subject my self esteem to the downward spirals. When I do I consider this...

My reality;
I still can't dance...I shuffle.
I can travel and walk and explore cities...NYC for example. Crowds make me nervous.
I started physical therapy.
My physical therapist is amazing. (I think it's because her name is Sarabeth...just like my phenomenal cousin). I informed Sarabeth yesterday I have an additional goal...to dance again.
Because of PT I see how truly limited I have become in my flexibility.
Because of PT I have found complete painful joy as Sarabeth manipulates my ribs and sciatica.
My bum can tell you where each pot hole is on 127, 94, and Washtenaw Ave.
Terry still has to do a bum check each morning...there is one small portion of the wound that has not fully healed yet.
I have discovered that the damp Michigan weather plays havoc on my spine and ribs.
Nerve healing on the pita pockets feels like a knife in the bum.
My friends push me and help heal me.
I am blessed with one outstanding surgeon and nurse at Michigan Medicine in Dr. Napolitano and Nurse Kathy.
My love always expects more of me, cheers me along, makes jokes, helps me up/down difficult steps, and holds me through my tears.
I miss our motorcycle and still mourn it's loss.
I know new adventures await us.
So it's down and up. Old and new. Stop and start. Tears and laughter. All in any given day.
I'm blessed.

“There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn't matter anymore.” 
―Laurie Halse Anderson

“You can get the monkey off your back, but the circus never leaves town” 
― Anne Lamott, Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith