Healed... Seen Through My Eyes

I am finally returning to my place of employment from a beautiful self-battle journey on 04-06-22    
For the day of 02-08-22, that unfaithful day will always be the day that has changed my life, my way of thinking, and to be grateful to myself for making a full recovery.      
      
I’ve heard God places no more on a person than they can bear. One hundred and twenty-three pounds of weight on a healing fractured injury, I had to test that Heavenly oath.      
       
I have learned I am my own fate. The only person who speaks for me when I seemed I could not go on... and the only person, who have walked those unsure miles in my feet.      
       
A leg that once shined in the blaze of its beautiful running glory, chased the wind, and have run marathons for countless charities. Raised money as a captain for Susan Korman Breast Foundation, my favorite charity, or for St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital.        
       
It was closing my eyes in the midst when surgery prevailed my quiet faith and not knowing the uncertainty of the outcome, everyone who reads this, love your body in any form, shape, it is your passion to love self and accept your misfortune, and taking into consideration, someone may, will, or do have it worse than you, therefore, who am I to complain because I am now facing my storms.. the challenge comes in doing for yourself and pulling yourself through.      
The aftercare is more grueling than the pain itself. Looking down at the different stages of healing, from the cast, the boot, the removal of stiches, and the physical therapy appointments.        
       
Being a Nurse, and attempting one’s own convalescent process is quite hilarious, thinking you can heal yourself and then you are invincible to walk on water... not so fast in that illusion.      
       
In that idea there comes dealing with no social interaction, no manicures, no pedicures, no running group to train with, simple things we all take for granted I could no longer do, going up steps (In my recovery, I had to go upstairs/downstairs on my tush) afraid just to stand to take a step, just one step... mm...  looking too sexy using crutches, while pushing a walker, being wheeled around in a wheelchair by the medical staff in all the glory’s name of walking once again.        
       
I am so grateful for my staff, my friends, my Goddaughter and the weekend we spent together and me showing her how to make candles, knowing she was sent by her mother to aid in my healing. I will be posting my complete video medical journey, very soon… entitled healing seen through my eyes.      
       
As much as I eat healthy by being a vegan, an avid marathon runner, and a sexy diva, I stand on faith, I am the testimony when you think you cannot believe in yourself to get better, it may not be pretty, traveling on a dark road stretched too far to see the rays of a hidden rainbow; self-sacrifices will always come down to perseverance when your mind needs that comfort to go forward against the odds, the determination when you just want to stay in bed, throw your hands up in frustration, and hide under the covers…        
       
Therefore, as I look back, I will always be a universal promise to me as I prayed to get better and was delivered unto my only Hymm… which I can shout to the world… my race has been won.      
       
I am free to walk… God is my glory, myself is my fate, and this testimony is now the past of my destiny.      
       
       
SKC, Interim, DON, APRN