Two years ago today I fell 30 feet from a tree and broke my back. Not a happy anniversary. I'd rather focus on my 16th wedding anniversary tomorrow. I thought I'd have felt dispirited and miserable but I've been surprisingly OK. I suppose I'm at the stage of acceptance. It happened. There's nothing I can do about it. I wish it hadn't. I wish I wasn't always in pain. I wish I still had my legs and normal bladder, bowels, sexual function, sensation. But I don''t and I am very unlikely to get any of it back. So why grieve? Might as well just keep on living. I'll celebrate my daughter's beautiful playing of the Camptown Races at her school assembly this afternoon instead.
