If I had to summarize my experience in 2021, it would be both humbling and healing. I was humbled in ways I have never been before. Post reconstructive surgery, I needed help to drive, to get to appointments, to shower, to wash my clothes, and to remember what day it was. I am fiercely independent…
Yes, I made up a new word. No, I’m not sorry. Yes, it is required for this situation. Yes, you can use it too! Adulthood has been remarkably hard the past few years, for me, and likely for many of you as well. I have felt the relentless waves of stress, trauma, loneliness, and fatigue…
I go back to work tomorrow. Eek! and Yay! All at the same time. I’ve been out of work for four months and four days and I’m struggling to put into words how I feel currently. I’m calling this season The Comeback Tour where I will try to celebrate all the things that were off…
I’ve been thinking a lot about the things I haven’t done over the past three months. It’s been nearly three months since my surgery. Three months of bone growth and healing, of atrophy and anxiety. Now that I’ve started the rehabilitation process, I am slowly able to do things that were off limits before. But…
It’s true. I gave up walking for Lent. Not intentionally, but it just so happens that between surgery dates and follow up dates, I will not bear any weight on my left foot for the entirety of Lent this year. Lent, the forty days before Easter, is traditionally a time of self-sacrifice, self-control, self-denial, and…
Bon Jovi has been running through my head a lot lately. Specifically this song: Woah, we’re half way there /Woah, livin’ on a prayer Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear /Woah, livin’ on a prayer. I now present to you the song by Bon Jovi, (featuring Kelly’s annotated notes): Woah, we’re half way…
You’ve heard it said that necessity is the mother of invention. It is true! Having many newly acquired needs post surgery has increased my need for inventive and creative solutions. However, my family has also learned some new skills with me, as the mother (and father and brother) of invention. Life is hard. I’m unable…
To celebrate Christmas this year, I am wearing scrubs with a festive vest overtop and snowflake hair flair. This year I’m celebrating a working Christmas. I will be at the hospital performing evals, doing therapy, facilitating discharge processes and providing tiny snuggles. (And helping to make this little rehab patient!) I must admit, I was…
Imagine you’re three years old. Just a tyke, full of imagination and no limits in sight. Always exploring. Always moving. Always playing. Your sense of adventure is often much larger than your height. And sometimes that over-eagerness leads to bumps and bruises, scrapes and scuffles. So you, adventurous three year old, fall down, scrape a…
One of my all-time favorite movie quotes comes from Professor Dumbledore, the quizzical and kind, Headmaster in the Harry Potter series. Dumbledore wisely says, “Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.” I love that! It might be because I love words. I…
