Thank you, God. I really am blessed.
I don't have really clear memories of the accident, but I am very grateful to be here. I am also grateful that baby Jordan was not still in the car with me. And while I am talking about gratitude, I need to mention the talented EMTs and the helicopter pilot who rescued me when that eighteen-wheeler crushed my car and shut down the Interstate.
Over the last few years, it seems like we have had a lot of doctors' appointments. At one of those appointments, I was sitting in the waiting room with another lady who was also waiting on her husband while tests were being done. She started up a conversation that led to how we try to care for those we love. And then she told some of her history. In the course of the conversation of life events, I told her about the accident. And right away she looked at me and said "And now, you know why God saved you then; to be here to help your husband." I usually do not question God, and maybe that is the reason I am here, and I am trying. I wish there was more I could do.
But for now, life goes on, I am grateful to be here. There is hardly a day that I don't ache or hurt somewhere, and family still occasionally jokes about the flat spot on my head from the concussion and fracture. And then we all laugh. I believe if I don't keep moving, I won't be able to, so here I am.
Life is good, appreciate it. Take care of yourselves.
P.S. I was not allowed to go see the car after I got out of the hospital, but Les took this picture. Like I said, I am blessed.
P.P.S. An on the topic of "not allowed", I am not allowed to talk about the doctor who for three months told me my broken knee was just bruised and it healed badly. While I can not tell anyone his name, I can tell you his defense was that he was not trained to read x-rays. And obviously he couldn't read the radiology report either. I try not to dwell on that. But most of those aches and hurt I mentioned are in that leg, even though my knee was replaced.