Year of the SEVEN

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Today is my RE-BIRTHDAY.  I am 7. 

That is seven years since the accident that rocked my world and changed everything forever.  Seven years since becoming the walking dead to the actually breathing and eventually living.

There is no culture in the history of the world and no religion where the number seven is not a powerful and positive number. 

The number seven is a number that represents and symbolize introspection, inner wisdom, truth, and the origination of life. It is said to represent security, safety, rest, and is considered lucky throughout our history and through many civilizations.

Seven is known as the number of total completeness and perfection – most often related to a spiritual direction, though the physical part cannot be ignored or discounted either. It derives much of its meaning from being tied directly to God creating the world, where the world was created in six days and God rested on the seventh day – creating the foundation of the seven-day-week we use to this day (for those that believe in that line of thought). The number seven is also featured in the Book of Revelation (seven churches, seven angels, seven seals, seven trumpets, and seven stars). The Koran speaks of seven heavens and Muslim pilgrims walk around the Kaaba in Mecca (Islam’s most sacred site) seven times. In Hinduism there are seven higher worlds and seven underworlds, and in Buddhism the newborn Buddha rises and takes seven steps.  There are also the 7 deadly sins (pride, greed, lust, gluttony, envy, anger, sloth) and the 7 virtues of the spirit (chastity, temperance, charity, diligence, patience, kindness, humility OR also known as faith, hope, charity, fortitude, prudence, temperance)

Most of us have even heard about the seven wonders of the world, so seven is special to the global community as well.  In fact, regarding every day life, studies have shown that most people can retain roughly seven items of information in their short term memory ( a real challenge with a brain injury let me tell ya). That is why phone numbers in the U.S. and many other countries tend to have seven digits (not counting the area code part of the number).

In fact, even when focusing on healthy sleep hygiene, it is recommended to get seven hours of sleep (less than five or more than nine and your risk for heart attack, stroke, angina, and a host of other non-restful issues increases).

Over the last seven years I have really learned to see obstacles and limitations as opportunities and a reason to really lean on HOPE and embrace faith and allow myself to BE hopeful.  To give permission to myself to accept a new type of paced existence.  But what does that REALLY MEAN…to have HOPE?

This does not mean that I was positive all the time. I can tell you that! Oh no, far from it.  See, HOPE does not necessarily equal optimism or positivity. Sure optimists are often more positive than those that are caught up in dark moments/thoughts, or with overwhelming feelings of defeat and depression when faced with a “new normal” where they literally have to learn everything again.  However, even the most pessimistic/negative person can have HOPE for things to be different or improve.  I can personally attest to the facts that there have been many dark moments/thoughts over the last seven years.  Yet being able to hang onto HOPE, hang onto the belief that I was here for a specific reason (even though I didn’t know what that was) and then making the effort to LIVE and embrace my life in every form it came to me in became my focus and continues to unfold as my reality.

This day is spiritually significant to me.  It is physically significant to me. This day is emotionally significant to me and I am pleased to be able to take another breath….to reach another goal……to live a new dream and embrace new aspirations and possibilities.  I am pleased to be guided by Faith, HOPE, and LOVE.  I am pleased to be able to FEEL pain, FEEL elation, FEEL defeat, FEEL supported, FEEL misunderstood, FEEL heard, FEEL sadness, FEEL happiness, FEEL lost at times, and FEEL accomplished.

I am grateful to be allowed to have an avenue to share my journey with all of you and HOPE I can offer some measure of HOPE for someone who may end up reading this today. 

So happy RE-BIRTHDAY to me.  This is the YEAR OF THE SEVEN.  The year I loudly embrace that special introspection, inner wisdom brought forth, speak my truth, and continue the celebration of life.  I accept what seven has to offer: security, safety, rest, and while pacing myself, cherishing how lucky I am to continue to rewrite my own history.  I open my arms to the Universe and to my experiences and hold hands with HOPE, while  living in the moment and looking forward to the future, while building on that visualization.

Grateful for another blessing and another opportunity to draw in breath one more time.

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Three Years Today – Rebirthday Anniversary

happy-3rd-anniversaryI have been thinking about what to write today, January 4, 2017 for about a month now.  Here I sit trying to think of how to form the words that swim in my mind and express them in a way that makes sense to anyone else but me.

Today marks an important landmark.  A valuable piece of history worth honoring.  Today marks the 3rd year Re-Birthday Anniversary for Austin (my son) and I since the wreck where I became a survivor of a Polytrauma and TBI and my son seemed to have escaped physically unscathed by traumatized still the same.  We continue our journey still today. We both have come so far in 3 years.  I myself have met many goals, yet miles to go before I sleep….soundly that is *smiles*.

It has been an extraordinarily long journey through this whole recovery process….and still is. I needed an outlet. I needed to learn, to teach others what I had learned the hard way so they didn’t have to work so hard, to understand myself, to hopefully allows me to heal.

This page at posthope is strictly my medical story as it has unfolded and continues to unfold.  It is fantastic and I need to make an effort to get here more often.  I went through a round of blah there for a while.

I know though that I love helping people, I am just not able to do it in the way that I used to. I started a personal blog, which was so disjointed I couldn’t find anything when I wanted to, so with the help of my tech savvy husband he taught me how to use a very user friendly program where we changed the blog to a website so it was more organized.  This was very helpful and allowed me to find things easier.  The website is a work in progress that allows me to heal and help others.  I want to help other survivors cope, or caregivers/healthcare providers maybe try to understand what it has been like for our family so they do not feel so alone, or so they can develop different ways of doing things, of helping, of surviving.

HOPE was a word my mom hung up for me when I was in the hospital shortly after the wreck. I found myself so focused on that word that sometimes, all I could do was stare at it to get me through the day. I am unaware of the time frame that was wrapped around this. However, my memory makes it feel like it was a long time.

As time progressed it became the word I would include in my meditations, my prayers, and my self-talk to keep moving forward and never give up. To me HOPE became a symbol and acronym for “Hold On – Pain Ends”. The pain never seemed to end though and so this seemed completely unrealistic to me and not something I could honestly uphold. I struggled to think of something that would help me remember to never give up HOPE.

I also wanted to have HOPE represent my experience with all the medical providers, insurance processes, and developments and knowledge we had either been blessed or seemingly cursed with. I wanted to represent my journey as an ongoing recovery process, as that is exactly what it is. Days led to weeks, weeks to months and soon it came to me one day as I was in enormous pain that some of these providers were actually trying to help me gain my independence back and I was fighting full force to gain back what I felt I had lost. I needed so badly to excel…to move forward and move on with my life.

So was created ” HOPE TBI”

Help One Person Excel – To Be Independent

Hence this site was innocently started, and continues to evolve as I continue to as well.  I also now share other people’s stories as well as it is very healing to have a voice in some form and not feel so alone in a situation where you are surely to lose life as you once knew it….lose family….lose friends….as you adjust to your “new Normal”.  The folks that do decide to stick around…they feel alone too.  Their commitment to you causes their supports to move on with life while they remain with you PERPETUALLY FROZEN (look for this as a new post title soon).

This existence is not for the faint of heart.  It is not for the weak.  It is not easy.  I feel gratitude though for my life.  Grief and gratitude are constant bedfellows that have learned to coincide with each other.

Today I am reminded to reflect on not only all that was, but all that is, and HOPE for all that will be.  January 4, 2014 I was born again.  No, not in a religious sense.  However, I continue to experience a metamorphosis of epic proportions.  I continue to strive to embrace my “new normals” and function to the highest levels possible.  Thank you to all who have stood by me, believed in me and advocated for me.  Thank you for those who cared for myself, for my son, for the other driver (Greta) and made waking up each day seem possible.

My medical story

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Happy 2nd Anniversary and ReBirthday

Happy Anniversary to my ReBirthday today.

Today, this date 2 years ago I was involved in a catastrophic car wreck that changed the life of myself and my family and I was given a special gift of life and additional time with my family.

I am beyond blessed to have been given these extra months with my husband, my kids,and my family.

The Journey Continues…I am A Survivor!!!