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.