I honestly had a more reflective and historian's perspective on my tenth anniversary of becoming an amputee but as John Lennon once wrote, "Life is the thing that happens when you're making other plans".
And over the last three days, that sentiment had rung hard the bell tower on everything but the anniversary of that occurance.
For on the ten year anniversary of the most significant medical event in my life is being overshadowed by another medical emergency, this time involving the woman who saved my life that day.
My mother. At this writing she lies sick in the very hospital my surgery took place literally 100 yards away.
So instead of giving an inspirational dissertation about survival and self renewal, recovery and reliance, my thoughts are elsewhere this night because what is happening to her prioritizes my thoughts.
A lot of how I lived through that experience can be attributed to my mother, because she was front-and-center through most of it. From the day she literally picked me up and carried me to her car to get me to the hospital through to the day I stood and walked on a prosthetic she was there.
Never complaining about my becoming a colossal pain in the ass. Ever once pawning me off as such either. I owe her debt I could never repay.
My mom is a survivor. She inspires me and makes me be better in life. This blog is for her, and it will end with how as she would like it to be.
With hope.
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