Today is exactly a year since I had an accident abroad and fractured my spinal cord. I thought I will never walk again.
But I shoulder on like always and here I am still doing the things I thought I would never do again. Like hiking for example.
I still take a dose of morphine from time to time to ease the pain but I find that a small price to pay compared to being paralyzed sitting in a wheelchair whole day.
It wasn’t the first time I seriously broke a bone. When I was ten years old, a car hit me while crossing the highway and snapped my fibula. I was in a hospital for a month and spent my Christmas and New Year there. They offered me a crutch and had been strongly advised to take it easy. I limped to school after three days sans crutch.
Sometimes you got to do what you got to do in order to move on when giving up is not an option.
I’m not keen on celebrating any occasion but this one I ordered a cake for. Because I believe that if there is something worth commemorating it is this___ the fact that after a bad fall, I am still alive and kicking.