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A year today I was petrified, "Going under" I cried for my kids. My surgery extremely precarious, Whether I'd walk again was up in the air, Still, I wouldn't be dead for quids.
I had the very best surgeon possible, In him I had to place all trust. I woke several hours later, one muscle gone, Two stapled, three holes drilled in my pelvis With new swivel hooks, "guaranteed not to rust!"
When I first saw my leg, I admit feeling upset, The sutures ran from my rear to my knee. With time though, I began to love my scar. It was a sign of what I could endure, That I was tougher than I'd ever felt I could be.
I then still had months of learning ahead, To again stand, and walk, and drive. This time though gave me a new lease on life, I quit all things stressful, shed my skin And celebrated just being alive.
Here I stand, one year on today, In a week having walked double-figure miles. I appreciate for my injury now, And despite it still hurts often Every day it brings me countless grateful smiles.