One year ago today, a light in my life was extinguished forever.
That morning, I thought I'd never stop crying, never eat and be able to taste food again, never make it to the next day.
It took some time, but I did all of those things. I have a wonderful (extended) family, who helped me laugh and smile, even in the midst of the hardest days of my life so far. I have amazing friends, who talked me through those days, let me know they cared, and encouraged me to at least eat something, even if I couldn't taste it. Eventually, that came back, too. I have an awesome husband who let me lean on him in the days, and all through the year, that followed. He even helped me buy a new slow cooker when I kept crying into my old one.*
The year has gone by so very quickly, and it seems impossible that it's been that long. But here I am, not only surviving, but thriving. Making the most of my new normal.
It's been a year, Mom, and I still miss you. Every day. But I'm doing OK.
*I was cooking in the slow cooker the night we got the call to come to the hospital. I threw all of the food into a container and into the fridge, before we flew out the door. So every time I tried to use the slow cooker, that night came back to me. New slow cooker, no more Crock Pot PTSD.
Thinking of you and your family today... Your post is beautiful.
Posted by: Jennifer | January 25, 2011 at 08:52 AM
I'm thinking of you and sending many *hugs*.
Posted by: Medha | January 25, 2011 at 09:00 AM
((Hugs))
Posted by: Tracy | January 25, 2011 at 01:37 PM
Sending many hugs and prayers your way.
Posted by: Susan | January 26, 2011 at 08:04 PM