It's hard to believe it's been 10 months since my accident. It's been quite a journey. I went from the trauma unit to an acute care hospital, connected to more life support machines than I could count. One by one, I was able to come off each machine until I was finally discharged at the end of December. When I got home, I spent about a month in bed. I couldn't do much for myself and had to slowly rebuild my strength. I started going to the gym once a week, and after a couple of months I was finally able to get a caretaker who could take me two or three times a week. That's when I really started making progress. But recovery hasn't been a straight line. My amputated leg had complication after complication, and the wounds wouldn't heal for months. Even though I received my prosthetic leg on February 10, I couldn't safely wear it until the very end of April because the wounds wouldn't close. Just when I started walking with my prosthetic at the gym, I ...
This year has been a profound journey of forgiveness, growth, and gratitude for me. One of the most significant moments was the return of my sister to my life. After my dad passed away, she made choices that deeply hurt me—changing the locks to his home, taking all his belongings, refusing to help with the funeral, and cutting me out of her life entirely. She even told me I was adopted, a cruel and unnecessary blow. The hurt and confusion from her actions were overwhelming, especially since she had always been my protector growing up against the challenges I faced with my middle sister and mother.
For years, I carried that pain. But through prayer, reflection, and God’s grace, I woke up one day and realized I no longer harbored resentment. My heart was ready to forgive. So, this Thanksgiving, I decided to host a meal in honor of what I call "The Prodigal Sister’s Return." It wasn’t just about reconnecting—it was about embracing the power of forgiveness and celebrating the gratitude I have for the blessings in my life.
I know what brought her back into my life—she went through some medical emergencies of her own that likely gave her a new perspective and made her realize the impact of her choices. Whatever the circumstances, I’m grateful she’s here now.
As we move toward Christmas, my heart swells with love for Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior. The celebration of His birth reminds me of the ultimate act of forgiveness and love—His sacrifice for us. Without Him, I’d be so lost. He is my anchor, my hope, and my guide in all things.
New Year’s has become less of a celebration for me and more of a time for reflection. After my own near-death experience, I’ve chosen to live my second chance at life with purpose and intention. I prioritize eating well, exercising, and cultivating a positive and healthy mindset. A dear friend told me that I am constantly evolving—learning, growing, and pushing beyond my comfort zones. That’s where I’m at now: striving to help others while always working to be a better version of myself.
But if I’m being honest, the day I’m most looking forward to is Donald Trump’s inauguration. I’m so excited and proud to feel hopeful again as an American. These past years, it’s felt like survival was the only option. But now, it feels like everything I’ve been working toward will finally have meaning and purpose. I can’t wait to thrive again, to live boldly and prosper.
I’m grateful for this second chance at life, for the lessons I’ve learned, and for the opportunity to keep growing. I look forward to celebrating all the milestones ahead—with love, faith, and hope.
Happy Holidays!
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