Today marks the day of ONE YEAR since Brady came home from the hospital! I will absolutely never forget that day 💜
The chaos of finishing up his final therapies. The fight to get his wheelchair ordered properly. Getting him a better chair to come home in. The last minute push to apply for funding for the Batec. The rush to clean out his room so another patient could move in. The celebration with the therapists and nursing staff. The anticipation of home. So. Many. Feelings. It was a full morning, but we were so ready for what was to come. I even called the school and had the kids pulled out early to greet their dad at the door. The excitement was palpable.
The greetings were warm, and it wasn’t long before everyone settled in together 💜
I hadn’t realized how broken I felt until I was back with my husband again. There is a lot of truth to the coined phrase of having my “other half” home.
The celebrations and loving support did not end on this day. I wondered if they would, as time went on, but to this day, there are still people who check on us, offer to help us, and come with unsolicited helpful gifts. I still know with confidence that I could ask for help and someone would come. I have felt that I could probably reach out to just about anyone, and they would jump to help us. Part of me carries guilt with that, but more than that, I am overwhelmed with gratefulness for the community support we have seen. I very much anticipate the days when we can turn the tables and offer more help out to our community and friends.
The one year mark of Brady coming home stirs up SO many feelings. I feel like we’re a year out, yet we are also still in the thick of it. Chemo is still going. Brady’s mobility is still changing. We still need a new home, to figure out work and money, etc etc etc. The list really goes on.
But! At least we’re all together again. I do NOT care to relive that period apart. Absolutely not. Not everyone is so lucky to have their loved ones home with them, safe and sound. There is grief there, and some survivors guilt, for sure. We must not forget those who have lost.
We could not have survived any of this without God’s grace, and we give all our thanks to Him!
One year back together! May there be many, many more 💜