My B Beck sent this picture to me this week.
She said that she is so happy I am still here, three years later.
Me too, B Beck.
Me too.
I look at this picture and I have so much gratitude.
Gratitude for that green chair I am sitting in.
That green chair is a reminder that I learned how to transfer from my bed to my wheelchair to a "normal" chair to sit in to color for my OT, and then back to the wheelchair and back to the bed all by myself.
Gratitude for my B Beck, who came to visit me when she could.
Gratitude for that left hand, L.A., who is not moving in this picture.
But she did.
And when she did, she was a rockstar!
Gratitude for Randy who was there the whole time, and who learned to pull my hair back and out of my face...
Who took clothes to his house in Orem every Tuesday to launder and bring back clean...
Who cut up my food so I wouldn't choke..
Who created a holiday playlist that we listened to in between therapy sessions...
Who was the biggest cheerleader a girl could ever have.
Gratitude for this place of healing.
Miracles happened on this 12th floor, in room 1225.
At times, the Spirit was so strong, it would take my breath away.
Gratitude for the smile on my face.
Straight and symmetrical.
Genuine.
Gratitude for medical workers who are tireless in their attempt to heal people and their families.
Who give up so much of their lives to do so.
Who believe when the patients cannot believe for themselves.
Gratitude for the view from the 12th floor.
The snow I would watch fall.
The Christmas lights I could see decorating trees and houses.
The mountains that continue to make me feel so safe.
Gratitude for lessons that I could not have learned otherwise.
Gratitude that WE triumphed and I went home to my children.
Gratitude for a loving Heavenly Father who makes sure day in and day out we are surrounded by angels, seen and unseen.
Gratitude for a Savior who quite literally felt everything I did during this trying time.
Gratitude that I am well.
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