I hadn’t planned on a post today, but we got some great news at the doctor’s office.
As of today, my husband has been approved to remove the last cast from his foot (air boot) and walk with shoes. Yay!
In case you haven’t read me before, I wrote about my husband’s accident the day after it happened back in April.
He has also been given permission to start driving, briefly. He has to get used to his “new driving foot,” since it’s been altered a bit. He can drive more and more as he gets used to it. He will also start back to work slowly. In one week he’ll go back for ten hours a week.
Per usual, I always share about the human experience and what we’ve learned.
I found myself oddly emotional from the news today. I was overjoyed to the point of tears filling my eyes. It’s inspiring to us, and for others to see how far he’s come. We’ve remained positive all along, that he would come through this and get back to normal again.
On the other hand, I also found myself sad. Isn’t that crazy? It seemed sort of like a postpartum depression kind of thing. I’ve been so used to taking care of him, I almost feel like I’m going to miss it. You see, my husband is the kind of guy who usually takes care of everyone else. I felt useful … needed. He finally let me take care of him … in full. He actually didn’t have a choice, but it felt good that he needed me. I don’t get a chance to be needed by someone I love very often.
He said, this has taught him to accept help from others, and he’ll balance off his giving and receiving a little more from now on.
What have I learned? A lot, but in brief, I’m stronger than I realized.
I’m glad we used the crisis as an opportunity for personal growth.