In a few hours the husband will have his follow-up appointment where he’ll hopefully get the okay to return to work. The terror of the unknown, then the gut-wrenching fear of knowing his greatest chance of death or permanent disability came during the surgery he had to have, then the relief and the recovery—they’ve all begun to fade, letting life slide back into normal. Or not. Will life be normal again? Is there a new normal?
Remember the first time you saw Superman brought to his knees by Kryptonite? Yes, he prevailed. He’s Superman. But from that moment on, you were always waiting. Even as he kicked ass and took names, a part of you was waiting for that lurking Kryptonite.
How long before you stop looking for it? If Superman went long enough without being exposed to the neon green, would you forget it? Would you ever assume all of the Kryptonite-wielding evildoers have been banished to Belle Reve? Or do you always wait, knowing the second Superman lets his guard down, the Kryptonite will be there?
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Well, you know, that’s life. Innocence lost, Eden blocked, etc. The trick is to make the most of what you’ve got here and now. And eat more vegetables.
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:hug: Definitely a new normal. I was fortunate (or unfortunate, depends on how I look at it) to learn that early in life, thanks to my mother’s life altering issues. I’m sure it sounds hokey in a way, but each day is an adventure, live life to the fullest. You know what matters most, your love ones, family and friends. Make it count, make the new normal, the best normal. You can do it. Y’all can do it. Wishing you the best! Stepping down from my soapbox.
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I think you’ve been given a most precious gift–another chance with the one you love. It could have gone the other way and the outcome could have been dismal. But it wasn’t. I’m sure he’s going to make a great recovery, and now you’ll have the opportunity to make some positive changes to make sure that everyone gets and stays healthy. Not many are given a gift and a second chance like that. Use it wisely and appreciate every day together and quit worrying about the Kryptonite. :hug:
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Remember, that everytime Kryptonite brought Superman to his knees, he overcame it. It’s how we deal with life. When something gets you down, you get back up and are stronger than ever. Don’t wait for the other shoe to drop. Throw them both in the closet and get on with life.
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occupo dies quod eat magis vegetables
According to some hokey online translator, that is “Seize the day and eat more vegetables” in Latin.
The new Stacey family motto. :cowboy:
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Shannon, I know exactly what you’re talking about. Having lived through 7 years of my daughter keeping me on my toes, the best advice I can give you is try not to look ahead more than twenty-four hours. Day by day, enjoy each one and don’t let the, what ifs,’ get into your brain. They’re great for writing, but not for everyday living…
And, of course, writing is one of the best theraputic tools for dealing with those different emotions – you get to channel them and it takes your mind off why you originally had those worries in the first place, if that makes any sense.
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The husband took his first solo drive yesterday, a half-hour away to buy a gas can from some guy. As far as I can tell the only difference between the $35 gas can he drove an hour round-trip to buy and a $5 gas can from Walmart is that it says POLARIS. But I’m a girl, so what do I know?
And today he’s gone in for an abbreviated work day, purely in a supervisory position. Mostly I think he’d like to talk to somebody besides me.
And I’ve discovered the worry is exhausting and can’t be sustained without wearing myself down. So I’m seizing the day—having eh success on eating more vegetables—and worrying about something else.
Like writing faster, dammit.