By The Numbers
When we woke up this morning, the new year ends with the number 9. Like most and for reasons that don’t make sense, I can hardly believe it is 2019. Everyone seems shocked every year by the speed at which time flies. Yet, it moves at the exact same rate each and every year.
The start of a new year makes us pause and look both forward and back. For myself, these years ending in the number 9 have been significant. It seems like ancient history, but it was 40 years ago this year that I met my husband. We were teenagers. An actual lifetime has passed.
In 1999, I survived a massive stroke that left me with a disability. 2 months later, I gave birth to my second son. You know it’s been quite a year when you witness two miracles in the span of as many months. 70% of people who experience a cerebral hemorrhage die. I survived because of swift treatment and exceptional medical care. I am forever shaped by this experience. I don’t take much for granted.
My youngest son will be 20 years old in April. I had to be his mother through his lifetime with many physical challenges. He never knew me when I was able bodied.
Next month, on Valentine’s Day, I will celebrate surviving 20 years of being a disabled mom, living life to the fullest, and seizing my second chance at life.
Time marches on. We like to keep track of the numbers.
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