Several times during my lifetime I have had to step away from the present and just look at it for what it was. I have had several mishaps with my health over time and have persevered to the point that I have regained my strength and my tenacity for life.
But this time has been different and unlike anything I have ever had to go through. It is at times like this that I can feel the love that my family and friends have for me, especially my husband.
I have been in a wheelchair for over three months, totally dependent on him for food, baths, hair washings, going to the bathroom, getting up and down, and just about anything needed.
To make things worse, they did not find my femur break for two weeks, so I hobbled around on a big broken bone much longer than I should have hobbled.
As I was into this in about the third week, I forgot to lock my wheelchair wheels and as I sat back down, I hit the floor with a hard crash. As I went down my arms hit the cabinet pulls and I tore skin off my hands and arms and covered myself in bruises.
Ok, yes, you are right at this point I just wanted to give up. I cried and told Roy, “I wish I could get a ‘do-over’.”
I know this was ridiculous thoughts, but at that point in time I was desperate.
My daddy used to say, “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.” I just knew I needed to be stronger at that point in time.
I tell you my struggles to tell you that we can persevere. We can overcome some of the most horrendous happenings in our lives if we just have the determination to just keep on keeping on. I looked around me on the days that I felt sorry for myself and saw people in wheelchairs for a lifetime, people missing legs, and other maladies, with there never being a change for them.
Well, I am here to tell you I am preserving. I have carried on with my summer vegetable freezing — several bushels of butterbeans and peas and 135 ears of sweet corn — cooking meals, going to see my new sweet baby granddaughter, and just about anything I needed to do, with a little help.
I don’t ask for your pity but I write this to you to say this – “Never give up.”
No matter what life throws at you keep on keeping on.
Covid threw us a fast ball of fear. My husband and I survived, and we are stronger for it and are avid promoters of everybody taking the vaccine.
Yes, I am weary and exhausted from my latest calamity, but I will persevere!
Here us another recipe I have made that is favorable for a ‘wheelchair’ bound Meme.
Pineapple Cake
1 box yellow cake mix
1 stick butter
3 eggs
¾ cup of pineapple juice
1 cup crushed pineapple
Mix well and pour into a fluted tube pan and bake for 40 minutes at 350 degrees. Pour glaze below over cooled cake.
Glaze
1 cup powdered sugar
¾ cup pineapple juice
¼ cup butter
