July 15th is a very important day for me.
It's the anniversary of my spinal fusion. Today I am 3 years post op.
For those of you who don't know or who haven't followed my story on my old blog (I'll link it below), I had scoliosis. When I was 19, through the incredible timing of circumstances that can only be explained by the Lord's hand, I went under the knife and had two titanium rods fused to most of my spine.
I have had over 17 X-rays done in the last 4 years.
I do not bend at all. Recovery took 2 years and life adjusting after the rods is still an on going process.
At that time in my life, I managed to go back to college, while still recovering, to complete my degree on time. It truly has been one of the craziest and challenging things I have ever been through.
It says in Psalm 105, "Remeber the wondrous works that he has done, his miracles, and the judgments he uttered". My mind easily without effort drifts back to July 15th, 2014. It is because of His grace alone I walked that season F E A R L E S S. It is because of his sovereign hand, guiding me through his most perfect timing, I returned to school to recover. His provision provided me with a community of people who carried me through - some more literally than others.
Around the beginning of 2017, I started really strength training again. I had been working out before that when I could, but I was just building endurance for the basic everyday tasks so I didn't have to nap between my classes - the struggle was too real some days. Strength training has been slow, harder than I thought, but mostly rewarding. I am making progress little by little.
I almost didn't share my anniversary date this year. I wondered if another post was too extra or too much. Sometimes I feel like "that girl" who still talks about something no one else cares about anymore. I didn't want to be "that girl". But, then I remember what it was like to be 16 years old with a curve in my spine looking for someone else who could say "me too" and understand the emotional and physical pain I went through. I remember what it was like to google my options for treatment. I remember what it was like to dread prom season and shopping days with my girl friends because I couldn't stand putting on dresses that made me feel ugly and disgusting. I remember reading countless stories of others who have walked this path before me and finding so much comfort in their stories and support. I found my community of "me too-ers" on the internet. So I keep posting. I keep sharing because I can't get over what the Lord has done for me through this. I keep sharing because somewhere out there, there is a girl just like I was who needs someone to say "me too". I keep sharing because 3 years ago I thought recovering from this surgery mentally, physically, and emotionally took one year, but It took a lot longer than that for me.
When I think of the day I walk the streets of gold in the new body the Lord gives us, I hope mine has a pair of rods with it. They are a huge part of who I am and my story.
It hasn't always been fun or glamorous, but it's given me such a richer fuller understanding of the gospel and how it applies to me. For that, I would do it all again.
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