Courage

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A cousin in England retweeted this image to me. The comment was, “retweet if you think this girl is beautiful”. It’s not that I don’t think she’s beautiful, it’s that I think beauty is skin deep and this girl has so much more to offer. She has courage and strength, which will survive long after beauty has faded. I’m being a little pedantic; I understand the concept of inner beauty and I’m sure she has that in volumes as well, but the reason I’m writing this at all, is because I started thinking about the courage of all the children that go through lengthy hospital treatment.

Becky was in Sick Kids, in Toronto, for 2 1/2 months following the accident. In that time, she had four surgical procedures, with three of them saving her life. All were on her head, and one she only had a 50/50 chance of surviving. In the following years, she’s had four more operations, and again, three of them saved her life. Her head is covered in scars, but her mop of hair covers them up. She now goes for Botox injections every 3-4 months for the tightness in her left arm. She has about 15 injections each time, which are extremely painful for her. The doctor has to poke around to find the best spot in her muscles x 15!

Becky faces these treatments with complete courage. She never complains and she never says she doesn’t want them. She knows they help her to be independent. I, on the other hand, usually don’t sleep the night before, and feel ill until the whole thing is over.

I think back to the other children at Sick Kids; the ones going through chemotherapy, the ones in orthopedics, and the ones in neurosurgery like Becky. They were all so brave. It put most of us adults to shame, yet their bravery is not recognized. If they were soldiers, they would have medals. If they were cancer survivors there would be laps of honour, but what is there for these kids, who have faced their own mortality before they have finished school?

How can we recognize their courage? I will start right here and applaud Becky for her ongoing ability to face pain and physical restrictions with dignity and strength. She continually amazes me. She is my hero…

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About chebandbecky

I was born in Birmingham, England and emigrated to Canada in 1988. Becky is my daughter who was injured in a car accident. We are working towards her independence.
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One Response to Courage

  1. Tom Bradley says:

    You’re right…Becks is amazing…but so are you…

    You put your life and freedom on hold while she became the person she is…in my opinion, none of this would have happened without your sacrifices…you and all the other parents with special needs children are heroes too…

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