It amazes me to think that only a year ago I was in the ICU, unable to move my limbs, unable to eat, unable to smile. I’m fortunate to have recovered so fully and so quickly from GBS. Doctors say it was due to my tenacity. I give all my praise to the Lord. And my thanks to the many friends and family members who prayed for me.
I try now to remember the experience–the humility and pain of it and not merely the triumph. But it’s difficult. The pain is a vague memory. And the humility, I’m afraid, something I’ll have to be taught again and again (although I hope with not the same amount of force). So, turns out that such a severe experience is like any other in life, too easy to forget the parts that are dark and undesirable. And perhaps that’s by God’s design so that we look forward and not back.
So, here’s to the passing of a year, to its moments of weakness and its hours of triumph. May I remember them both.
And more importantly, here’s to looking forward.