*Images: Everyday: J Brand skinny-leg jeans & Marc (my it bag); Left Look: House of Harlow 1960 Horseshoe necklace; Burberry cardigan; J.Crew V-neck tee; Tassel T-strap flats; Right Look: Stella McCartney Chunky-knit cardigan; Marc by Marc Jacobs studs; J.Crew V-neck tee; Havaianas slim flip flops
Today my husband finally had surgery on his neck/spine/vertebrae (he was in a vehicle accident in June). The doctor was "pleased with the outcome." Meaning, nothing went wrong, etc. C is in pain and still in the hospital, but who wouldn't be after your neck was cut open, your throat and vocal cords shoved to the side, a disc removed, a replacement disc put in, and a plate and four screws put into two of the vertebrae in your neck? So he might set the metal detectors off at the airport once in a while, but in his words, "he'll have a cool scar."
My jaw hit the floor when I read this paragraph just a few days ago from a book that C & I picked up last week:
In my own experience, the period of greatest gain in knowledge and experience is the most difficult period in one's life. If you go along in an easy way, with everything okay, you feel everything is just fine. Then one day when you encounter problems, you feel depressed and hopeless. Through a difficult period you can learn, you can develop inner strength, determination, and courage to face the problem.
Kindness, Clarity, & Insight , The Fourteenth Dalai Lama, Tenzin GyatsoI must note that I never felt depressed in the past month. Sure, it hasn't been peaches, but I am a go-with-the-flow kind of person; adaptable or flexible as they like to say in corporateland. But after staying a month in this house (The Fisher House), for wounded soldiers and their families, which is basically in the parking lot of the hospital, I have learned something that I always knew, but hadn't seen with my own eyes. Our freedom as United States citizens comes at a huge cost, (besides our tax money). Our freedom isn't free. The other soldiers staying in this house have severe burns, amputations, brain injuries...you name it. They are in the hospital for months and rehab for years. I know, some of you might be thinking, "They signed up for it!" Yes, they know in some jobs an injury or even death is a possibility, but no one signs up assuming they will get a leg blown up. They sign up to serve our country and protect our freedom. I didn't expect to come out of this month gaining something more than a deeper love and appreciation for my husband, but I did.
*Note to self: When searching for "nurse" photos, strange things come up on the Internet...
*Nurse image via weheartit