Almost three weeks…

It has been almost three weeks since my surgery.  To say this recovery was different from the last one would be a severe understatement.  I am able to walk.  Turn my head.  Even run if I need to.

I am confident that this surgery has made some kind of difference.  To say I am cured would be a lie.  I still have those all too familiar moments of dizziness.  But I am still healing, and I am stubborn.  I refuse to give up.

I slept in bed last night.  All night.  From 12-8.  It was the first time in 2 1/2 years!  I woke up to Matt next to me.  I was afraid we would have to transition back to sleeping together, but it was like I never left.  I still fit next to him.  I was still the little spoon.  Emotions bubbled to the surface.  Ones filled with joy.

It isn’t very often I experience true, unadulterated joy.  This morning it was visceral.

While I may not be cured – I am moving in the direction of having a life.  My own life.  It may not be what I consider “normal”.  But it’s my life.  I can choose how to live it.  Finally.



It’s like I follow anywhere el Diablo go
Took a stroll with the feline
And sat silent while the snow flakes fell into the design
Can’t let her dance up on top on the top floor
Been there done that
What do you think it’s locked for?
I’ve lost more to my traveling soul
Then I care to talk about so I’ll be out, I’ll be on the road