My Dad (Mike) fueled me with a new-found way to empower myself on this journey. He pointed out (something that I’d assumed but wasn’t sure of) that my Doctor (since I’m on Medicaid) wasn’t going to push for my long-term treatment plan (which should include cognitive and physical rehab) and since that is the ugly truth, that he and I should and can do something about it on our own, at home.
He reminded me that just because my Dr is powerless to help me improve, I don’t have to be powerless too. For this, I am more than grateful. I’d pretty much given up my fight. . . . . This is no longer the case. I’m going to rehab myself here at home. I’m NOT going to allow the apathy of a broken medical system, or the dashed hopes from my Dr, to deter me from fighting and thriving through this horrendous brain injury.
My life isn’t over, it is just changed. (Albeit in a huge way.) I am not powerless. I am not hopeless. I AM in control, and whatever I choose to do to improve my situation is on me. For that, I take responsibility. My Dad and I talked about a whole lot of different things this morning, but that was the most powerful take-away of it all. That I can and should do something about my medical situation, even if it isn’t through my Dr or the medical system. I agree. So, I am!
Things WILL change for the better, because I’m determined NOT to allow a brain injury to continue to control so much of my life. Sure, there are many things I will never be able to control about what TBI has done to my brain, but the things I can control, I most definitely should, and can, especially with Dad’s help and knowledge.
He’s never, ever, NOT supported me in my endeavors to improve. I’m certain of it – more now, than ever before. Thank you Dad. Thank you for opening my eyes back up when I’d shut them.
Forever a TBI warrior – Forever Grateful
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