Footprints in the Snow

I've just been watching a programme on television, called "footprints in the snow" and following the true story of a very brave lady called Julie Hill and seeing her trying to adjust to life as a paraplegic following a car accident, and the effects it had on her marriage.  The last time I watched it, I was normal, I wasn't a T12 Complete, and I still cried (big softy that I am). Thank God we don't know what lies ahead for us...

It's brilliantly acted as it is with Caroline Quentin and Kevin Whately, oh how it's touched me even more now than before....... 2 years to today, since my accident, remembering how I was before, remembering the pain during the accident, the pain that I have now all day, the indignity of first catheters, and daily manual evacuations by kind nurses (remembering to leave my dignity on the door when in hospital lol), my first spasm, only a few seconds after my fall (ouch to put it mildly)  my last one just a few minutes ago, (like my body thinks I'll  forget what it's like) my hope that there will be a miracle cure one day that I'll walk, seeing her go through electrodes and operations trying to walk again, seeing them failing to get close to each other, mentally as well as physically.  Seeing their love win through...  having somebody with you through it all.  Being tough on yourself, helping yourself, carrying on, when you really don't want to. Not just remembering life before the accident but living now.........  I may not make footprints in the snow ever again, but I'll leave proud tyre marks as I've come this far and I'm still here, changed but here, thanks to medical staff, family and friends and a little bit of stubborness

Chin up, keep smiling

Meira xx