gardening. I made a big decision in January to do something I really wanted, I wanted to be able to work anywhere with or without the boys, and they still like spending time with me and we love to camp. So, I traded in my VW Beetle and bought an SUV that would pull a travel trailer. We had one for years and I had just started to get comfortable taking it by myself, yet I had to give it up the divorce settlement, yet I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I found a great little one and I bought it! I remember driving home – terrified and so excited. Oh, the adventures I was going to have. The first two were fantastic, one with just me and the dogs and one with the boys. I was so proud of myself – this was a massive deal for me and so out of my comfort zone, yet I wasn’t going to let it stop me. The first time I had to hook it up it took me about 12 tries to get the car in place and I can’t back it up into my driveway yet (ok I am not very good at backing it up at all). Then on our third trip, I had an accident. I fell out of the trailer and did major damage to my knee. An ambulance ride to the hospital and then emergency surgery later that week. On The Sofa For Months That was just the start. I was on the sofa for months. The first six weeks my sister dropped everything, flew across the country, and took care of me. I didn’t see my bedroom or bathroom for almost 11 weeks, it was upstairs, and I couldn’t do the stairs. I did a pretty good job with keeping it together for the first eight weeks or so but once my sister had to go, I was home alone a lot (I do a week on week off custody with my boys), couldn’t drive, couldn’t go upstairs, couldn’t get a shower – it is brutal when you have to call a friend to 10
have a shower and we had one of the hottest summers on record. This was when it was the hardest for me. I would just do the bare minimums when it came to pretty much everything - I wasn’t motivated to do anything, yet I was so tired of not doing nothing - such a catch 22. There was a comment on a Facebook post I made – she told me she found breaking her leg and loss of mobility harder than breast cancer. That made me stop and think. Was this harder than Breast Cancer for me? Having to let go of my left boob really messed with me for a long time, and this was messing with me yet in a different way. Almost five months later, I am still rehabbing and there is more to come. The Sign For Me The day I went upstairs for the first time and brushed my teeth, 11
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