The last few months Viki has shared with us, her story week to week. Here is the next part.
“Now at home I was starting to adjust to the new norm of not being able to do things to my full capacity. Having a shower was hard and it was my private time and a lot of crying and thinking went on in there. Trying to keep my shit together was a challenge but I could not show it to my boys. They were terrified enough, and they only know the strong mum, the mum who is invincible. My first day of physiotherapy was extremely hard. Trying to walk in a straight line was proving to be a challenge, and mentally I was extremely hard on myself. Knowing that I could do this normally, but at this point, I could barely hold myself up. Day by day I began to travel further, and things got a little easier. I still could not drive and that was really killing me. My independence had been taken away. With 3 kids, not being able to drive was hard as I was the uber mum and did everything for everyone. The other thing playing on my mind was not being able to train; my body was feeling terrible and my life was just upside down. I had nowhere to escape and training was such a big part of my life I just did not know how to cope with things. It came time for my 6-week check-up, and I was extremely nervous. Things went well but still no driving and I had to keep my physiotherapy up. I could use the phone better now, being able to scroll through social media again, and read a lot easier, but these small things we take for granted I look at now and treasure.
Stay tuned for what lay ahead…”
– Viki (TF Staff, Community Liaison Consultant)