Darkness. Now that I'm not fighting for my life every day, I have been left with dealing with the emotional aftermath. Someone said to me, "It must be so nice to get back to normal"... I wasn't sure how to respond. Normal, or at least the normal that was, will never be again. I have to find the "new" normal and what that will be. While my scars are not evident to the naked eye upon first meeting, they run deep both physically and emotionally. One of the nurses that has been doing my dressing changes for months said that my scars were the evidence of a survivor... I never really thought of it that way but they are. So I move forward, embracing the marks of being a survivor and coming to terms with who and what I am now and this "new" body I move about in the world with.
A friend on one of the forums, who also has had life altering events wrote to me that we have been give the bittersweet gift of seeing life in a way many do not get to. He counseled me to see these hurdles to be seen as experiences -- neither good or bad -- simply something that would shape my world and could be drawn upon to offer me perspective on all things living... it always amazes me how the words that you need at any given time in your life usually just appear at the right time. Another good friend said I obviously had an angel looking out for me... I kind of giggled and said, nope, I have a whole army! I realize at times that there are those who are much worse off than I and so I try to share the new found compassion for myself with them... hoping to touch them and help find the gift in their lives.
Living in this body, a foreign entity in some ways, day in and day out and dealing with what I have become seems like it's been forever sometimes... but then I stop and remember that about 9 months ago I almost died, 4 months ago I was in a wheelchair and shortly after that took my very first wobbly steps, 3 months ago I danced (ok, maybe more like swaying rhythmically!) at a fundraising dinner, and now I am back home and back at work as well.Today, I am walking, back to work (nice to be in an environment that doesn't involve medical personnel!), fixing dinner for me and my daughter, etc. But I still am left at the end of the day with just me... I am blessed with loving family and friends but it is up to me and me alone to move forward with my life.
Abundance. So I focus on the abundant gifts that life has given me and all the things that I CAN do... walk, talk, hug, laugh, think, drive, wave, wiggle. One of the biggest challenges I am working on is living in the NOW. Not asking "what if" or "how come" or "will I" because worrying about the past or future is a fairly moot point and you miss living your life... this moment right NOW will pass you by and never come again. I remember the first time my parents wheeled me out of the hospital and into the fresh air and I was hit with a swell of emotion at how absolutely and incredibly beautiful that moment was... the blue of the sky, the wispy white clouds, the smell of cut grass, a small child's laughter... and I was so grateful to be able to still be alive to experience that. And that is the moment that I try to hold onto... experiencing the moment at hand and the wonder that the world has to offer.
I think of the days of my dance and choreographic adventures and at first I weep for the loss of what was... but then I feel something bubble up in me... the thought of what can become, what can be, what I can still create. Most likely, I will never move the way that I did before... but that doesn't mean I can't move at all in a different way... a deeper way. Bob Fosse, one of my greatest choreographer idols and inspirations, was not the traditional dancer type. He was slightly pigeon-toed, one shoulder drooped lower than the other, losing his hair early, didn't like his hands... so rather than give up he created a style of dance based on those "imperfections"... the bowler hat, gloves, tipped shoulders, and turned in knees became some of his trademarks and he created some of the most amazing and sexy choreography ever! "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade."
Tonight I just had a conversation with another dear friend... I told her of going through the CaringBridge journal and being amazed at how I had touched people's lives with something, that to me, was such a simple thing... a kindness, a smile, an ear, an "atta boy", an offer of support... and she reminded me that we don't understand the power that each and every one of us has to make a difference in another person's life by a "simple" thing... yes, I have that gift of being able to give to others but really, don't we all?
So I will leave you with that thought as well as a link to a song that a forum friend posted called "Now" (appropriate timing, no?). I wish that each of you look deeper into your inner being and find the inner peace of now and being able to pass that along to others as you go along your journeys. Thank you again to everyone who has been, and continues to be, there for me. You each amaze me and make me grateful to still be around to experience you.