Scars. 30 staples. Excruciating pain.
It will all be worth it.
Years of captivity. Years of being held prisoner by his war wounds. Years of pain, lost life, no real living.
It will take a few months but the pain will go away.
He won’t be held captive. Won’t be held prisoner by his war wounds. (memories, yes. physical pain, no)
He will live life and will make memories with his four grandchildren.
Can we follow his determination? His strength?
I am trying. One day at a time.
I mean from my story. I drove my father two hours for back surgery today. I cried when I left because I didn’t know if it would be the last time I would see him.
He has THE best neurosurgeon. ..works on Dallas Cowboys and plenty of NHL players.
A 66 year old Vietnam vet is right up there with them in my book. Number one.
I am sitting here (patiently) waiting for him to come up from recovery. He’s going to be in a lot of pain but his quality of life is going to sky rocket.
What is that? Another metaphor for my life? Wow. It literally just smacked me on the head as I sit in this cold hospital room…
My father endured years and years of pain in his lower back. Bone on bone with nerves pinched in between. They took out the broken pieces and replaced it with strong titanium mesh. He’ll be a new person….in about two weeks.
I am removing the broken and dead pieces from my life as well. The pieces that have caused me so much pain for all of these years.
Once I am strong like that titanium piece that is in my dad’s back, my quality of life with sky rocket too.
Bring it on Dr. M!
blessings in disguise 