Rehabilitating My Faith in Humanity

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Most of the last 2 1/2 years has been about Rehabilitation Therapies.  I make jokes about being very Canadian and being held together with duct tape.  So my days and weeks are spent going from one therapy to the next and trying to find my way back to some things from my previous life.

Before the crash, I was  a physically and mentally strong, capable, independant wife and mother of 2 children.  John (my husband of 20 years this September) and I made a deal when we had kids.  You can’t have 2 CEO’s in a company and therefore, I was the CEO of our home.  That is not to say that he didn’t do more than his fair share, it just meant that I organized our home life, social life and the schedules of our social butterflies.  I also taught fitness, spin and yoga as well as worked out for my own sanity.  I was the staff.

Now I have a team just to get (and keep )me upright and functioning.

For the past 2 years I have spent 2-3 mornings a week with Kerry.  She is my Rehabilitation Therapist and has become a very important part of my life and a good friend.  She has been helping me stay organized and sane.  She has been with me and helped to re-introduce me to some of the formerly everyday activities that now just overwhelm me completely.  She helps calm me down when I reach critical mass and end up on the floor crying because I am so confused and frustrated and when no one else seemed to understand what it felt like inside my brain now.

I have spent 2-4 mornings a week with my physiotherapists – first Tanya and now Miriam, as well as the rest of the amazing staff at Pathways.

I used to see a grief counsellor, Dena, once a week but now see a psychologist once every other week.  I see Sheila, my Speech and Language Pathologist (without whom, I would not feel at all comfortable even beginning this website. I can edit myself here and not worry as much about ” engage brain, put mouth in gear” .  This doesn’t always work in this order).

I go to a massage therapist twice a week to deal with the build up of scar tissue that I have holding me together.  It’s a delicate balance because we’re pretty sure that it is only scar tissue that is holding me together. He keeps trying to convince me that he’s giving me “spa massages”.  I’ve heard of Thai massage, Swedish massage but, until the crash, I didn’t know that there was a Marquis de Sade massage (actually, Lance, without you on the team I know that I would be walking like a bent tree – if at all, so thanks despite the grief you get as the only male on the team )

And I have a case manager that helps fight with insurance, organize specialists  for me to see,  and who arranged for most of my therapists.  I used to have Alison who left when she had her own beautiful, precious baby girl (whose gift is still sitting in my laundry room – it’s okay though – I bought a 3T).  Now, I have Danielle who has been getting a bit of a trial by fire I’m afraid.

I will not live long enough to thank you guys for everything that you have done and put up with.

But what I have really need rehabilitated is my faith in humanity.  I have been heavily relying on the good people at Free the Children (Gracie’s charity of choice).  Each year, they have allowed me to help them with We Day (I know that I slow them down but they not only tolerate me, I have been welcomed by them)and I have gotten to meet some amazing young people that really, truly do want to make the world a better place.  Unfortunately, We Day is only once a year here.  Since last week, when I really got a bug up my tookus, I have been exposed to a lot of people that have rehabbed my faith in humanity.  First there was Donna Eberwine-Villagran from the World Health Organization in the U.S. who I emailed, totally asking for help in who to contact there since they keep better statistics on Impaired Driving than we do here (another day, another blog).  She replied within 10 minutes with a couple of places to start .  By the end of the day, she had sent me 4 more emails with reference materials and 1 which included a contact at the U.N..  When my husband came home that night he set up this site – either  in support, or just so that I would leave him in peace???  My nephew, Adam, who put me in contact with Katie Starr from The Record (that’s not to say that the rest of my nieces and nephews are not the most amazing group of young people that I know, just this week, Adam knew Katie’s email address).  Katie, who took the time to take the idea to her boss and get permission to run the story.  Dave M (can you cold call by email – do any young people know what a cold call even is?) who also lost his son in a crash.  Within an hour of emailing him, we were talking on the  phone and we were both offering help with our individual projects. Now, I need to thank all of you that are reading this blog and passing along the website (since it’s growing, I have to assume that you are spreading the word).

You have all given me the fix I needed to rehab my faith in humanity.  I can run on this therapy session for some time.  So, Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Sorry, it’s really long today, but I will try to do a really short one tomorrow.

One Response to Rehabilitating My Faith in Humanity

  1. Thanks for sharing your story. It is providing much food for thought!

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