Each step brought a measure of pain, but I knew that complaining would do no good. I was going to learn to walk on the prosthesis if not only for myself for my little girl Taleia as well.
The decision to let them take my leg had been mine. I could have taken a chance, but the injuries were so bad that I could risk dying in the process. Dying was not something I was ready to do. My little girl Taleia needed me, she was six and she needed her Mom. I needed her too.
My best friend Veronica helped care for Melina after the accident. Her Dad was fighting the enemies in Afghanistan, and I was the one facing loosing my leg. I was relieved when he finally called, and I could tell him.
Gideon was a good husband, and a good Father. I missed him, and I needed him with me. I felt strong at times, I had made the decision to let them take my leg. It did not stop me from grieving.
"I think I am okay with this and then in hits me and I start grieving." I told Veronica, when I was released from the Hospital and brought back home. I was surprised I had spent so little time in the hospital, but I knew months of therapy were ahead of me. I was glad to be home though, glad to be back with my little girl.
"Melina you are going to get through this."
"I wonder if I am still going to be the kind of Mother Taleia deserves." I admitted to my best friend. "There are things I can no longer do."
"Your daughter is more worried about having you with her, than about what you can or can not do. And knowing you, you will discover that you can do much more than you realize. Your strong, you are going to get through this. Gideon will be home soon, and you know until then I am here to help."
"Thank you." I said.
A few minutes later, Taleia gently climbed into my lap, and asked me to take her for a ride in the wheelchair. I could not help but smile at that moment. Veronica was right, Taleia was more worried about the fact that I was there with her.
To Be Continued