Together

Final chapter.

My life had changed. I stayed in the hospital for three weeks. James was staying with me every day and I could see Hazel just once a day.

The most important to me was James and Hazel, and luckily they didn't have anything serious, unlike me, who was ordered to live on a wheelchair.

At first I was depressed, and James noticed it, the doctor too. That is why they suggested me to go and see the other paraplegics in the hospital. At first I refused, but over time I realized that life does not end, that I have a family looking after me, while other paraplegics had nobody by their side.

The meeting of other people in wheelchairs, the words exchanged with the nursing staff, contributed to this awareness.

It is true that nailed to a wheelchair, I was deprived of the use of my legs, but I had hope. This hope, I wanted to embody it. And even if the doctors told me that it was a little impossible for me to walk again, I thought that I still had the right to hope and to fight, to fight and return to my normal life, to fight for my husband who surrendered body and soul so that I do not feel depressed, to fight for my little Hazel who I missed a lot and who was entitled to her mother and not to a baby sitter.

So I thought, no matter what the doctors said, I was going to learn to walk again. At the rehabilitation center, I understood that rehabilitation does not mean healing, but despite this, we are learning to live again. In addition, I really liked the aqua therapy sessions and massages, which helped me to stay positive all the time. But there were also negative sides as positive, since when I left the center, if physically I was ready, I had not planned to feel like an extraterrestrial. At the rehabilitation center, being in a wheelchair was normal. Outside, I felt like I was being judged. The view of people with disabilities is often tinged with distance and ambiguity. I had discovered all kinds of glances: accusing glances, judging glances, pity glances too. All are heavy.

People should understand that a life accident can happen to them too. I preferred to read in their eyes that they found me courageous to be in a wheelchair. And luckily James was always there to comfort me. He did not leave me for any time, always by my side to support me physically and morally, since after only one year, I began to recover my sensitivity. Then, little by little, I managed to make a few meters, at the cost of great efforts.

After two years and a half of rehabilitation and therapy, I was able to move on flat ground and on a distance of few meters, but not outside. Then, by force of will, I managed to get up. I had resumed my normal life little by little, thanks to James who accompanied me at every moment of my life, whether it was a moment of joy or sadness.

I knew that with a little luck, a great thirst for life and a very strong desire to overcome obstacles, it is possible to be happy, especially if you have by your side a pleasant, understanding person, and especially who will support you and who will offer you a lot of love.

Today James and I, it's been nine years, more than eight years of life together and soon our second baby! Our story begins with love at first sight, with overflowing passion, it continues with moments of intense happiness, moments of questioning, a depression that ruins everything, an impressive force of our love to overcome each obstacle, by moments of happiness even stronger, by laughter, complicity and shouting at idiots.

A happy ending, yes, but I don't think that our love will ever end, since we will always stay TOGETHER !

THE END.