There a lot of things that I used to be. I used to be a marathon runner. I used to be a full-time English Professor (adjunct, but who isn't these days?). I used to cook gourmet meals for my family, regularly. I used to shower, unassisted, daily. I used to walk without a cane. I used to drive a car. I used to function without heavy pain medication, coursing through my body, at all hours of the day. I used to get dressed, every day, make-up, hair and all. I used to think moms who dropped their kids off at school in their pajamas were lazy; now, I don't remember the last time that I dropped him off not in pajamas.
But, there are many things that I still am. I am still a mother. I am still a wife. I am still alive in this body that has betrayed me. I am still vital and full of ideas. I am still awake and aware. I am still competent and capable. I am still full of vigor and life. I am still full of hope and dreams, and on my worst days, full of anger and sadness. In short, I am still me, something that took a long time to realize.
Photo Credit: Ashley Hamrick.