I was inspired by this post and Kevin; he reminded me some really great stuff has come out of this experience.
Do no get me wrong. This beyond blows. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy.
I’m gonna gush a bit about Kevin. I know ick poo. Love is gross and mushy! We’ve had some pretty great conversations in this recovery. We communicated well pre-surgery; I know it seems like we’re one of those annoying couples that never fight. But thankfully Kevin’s super laid back, we agree on a lot of big topics, and when we do argue it’s because I’m crazy and OCD and can’t leave things alone.
I love that goober as much as I like him. We’re kind to one another, talk about everything as a team, and have agreed we’ll tackle whatever comes together.
He very well could have left me when this happened; he did not sign up for this and we have zero ties so he could have made a clean break (well there’s Glen but possession is 9/10 of the law…). Instead he’s been without a doubt my biggest rock in this recovery.
I’ve seen unbelievable kindness from acquaintances and friends. No matter in what form people are compassionate and that means the world to me. Near or far, people taking time out of their busy lives. From words to spending time with me it all matters.
I’ve met some amazing people during this journey. People I think I’ll be lifelong friends with.
I found Movement Revolution. I’ve always been passionate about fitness. Eric and Austin inspire me every week to keep going and to work to keep building my strength. They embrace my loves of yoga and boxing (yoxing…it’s gonna be a thing). This place is my savior. I feel safe, supported, and ok to be myself.
Falling Forward was gracious enough to give me a grant. The founder is a fellow IWU graduate! I will always support this amazing fund, and I’ll gladly do anything they ask.
I met my amazing therapist; she helped me get through this difficult time and I believe in the power of therapy-sometimes you just need to speak to someone impartial.
I met an awesome and kind stylist. She makes me feel good about myself even when I don’t see it. Yes she *just* does my nails, hair and makeup for weddings. You gotta look good!
This recovery totally changed what I thought my future would look like. But that’s what we do; we adapt. I have ideas how to not just survive this but thrive!