It is December 4,
2013, exactly two years from the day I was helicoptered to University of
Maryland Shock Trauma, where doctors expected me to die.
Today it is sunny
and cool. I had eggs and toast for breakfast, checked my email, played ball
with my dog, and now I'm getting ready to do some writing before I have to leave for
a doctor’s appointment.
Today, my novella
A PARTRIDGE IN THE AU PAIR’S TREE helps launch StoryFront, Amazon Publishing’s
new short fiction program. SEA OF LOVE, my first full-length novel since my
illness, was released yesterday. A novella in the CHRISTMAS ON MAIN STREET
anthology came out a few weeks ago. I am up to my eyebrows in promotion.
Today, I’m in the
process of moving to a new house that will be easier for me to manage.
Today, I will
drive myself to Baltimore to get steroid shots that will help with pain. I will
use my prosthetic leg and two canes to walk from my car, through the lobby, and
down the hall to the reception desk of my doctor’s office.
Today, I am
blessed with friendship and support.
Yes,
the last two years have been filled with intense frustration and grief. But
there’s been joy and laughter, too. I guess that means I’m just another member
of the human race.
I’ll take it.
I am alive today,
December 4, 2013, and I’m grateful.
1 comment:
"Just another member" has a ring to it, doesn't it? I'm happy for you.
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