I got a message from a friend the other day.
She’d been stuck with one arm for a week and couldn’t believe I did it.
There really wasn’t any other choice.
I think back to the beginning.
I could have decided to just accept that I would never get any better.
I had every right to just lay back and be crippled.
I guess I haven’t accepted that there’s no improvement.
A tiny improvement is STILL improvement.
I’ve passed the date of being home for a year.
What a year it’s been.
There really was no choice.