I don't think I could every properly thank the people who saved my life. From FOB Shank in Afghanistan, to the trauma teams at Bagram, to the air ambulance crews and the staff at WR. I have been blessed to meet some of the most amazing people on Earth.
Sucks that I had to get blown to bits to do so. But there you have it.
My chief therapist at WR appropriately helped me move my last "load" from the hospital grounds to my new apartment. Our last item? The wheelchair. A piece of furniture now in my new apartment.
My favorite prosthesist is moving back to New Orleans to private practise where he promises to serve me gumbo.
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Thank you. For sharing your experiences so honestly and in the raw. It is not often that we who are comfortable in our suburbs can follow the day-to-day strive (and strife, which is what I meant to write at first...) of recovery from a war injury.
Thank you for writing this.
Moonpie,
You're incredibly brave and I'm so proud of you! Following you through your struggle by means of this blog (even if it only gave a tiny glimpse into what you were going through), was a powerful experience. I do hope this is not the end of your writings, though...
I thank them, too. On to the next stage, but you never completely loose those whose paths you've crossed and who mean alot to you.--and you to them.
:)
Thanks for sharing your thoughts and experiences. I hope you keep writing and keep us all updated with your progress. May God bless you and keep you on the rest of your journey.
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