730 days ago tomorrow, everything changed.
I signed on the dotted line.
Page after page of dotted lines I signed.
Thinking all the while that I must have already lost my damn mind. It had to be good and gone if I was willing to give someone the opportunity and privilege to remove a piece of my little brain for me.
Yet, I didn’t flee and didn’t scream “This is fucking insane” like a lunatic while running to the parking lot. Amazingly enough, I swallowed my words, cried, forced myself to accept, laughed with Paul and at myself as I tried to play Sudoku flying high on Ativan from my MRI, and eventually I came to appreciate why trust is imperative.
We embarked as a family and as a team on a surreal adventure. An adventure that at worst closely resembles a recurring nightmare and at best has given us many gifts. Over the past 730 days, we have successfully managed to carve out a new life for our family, appreciate more and value time. We are grateful for what has humbled us.
In simplistic form, tomorrow is about what and who I trusted. I am grateful. Time has become our ally and not our enemy and for that, we are thankful.