For those who don’t know me and have read my blog, this post will explain the advise given me to start a blog.
Below is the letter I typed up and sent out with our annual holiday newsletter to our closest family and friends; slightly altered of course. This will be a topic I’ll write on from time to time and therefore I’m placing a photo or two at the end, so you can identify.
Dear Family & Friends:
September 9th 2009 began as any other good day, things were going great and my husband & I had only been home from our fabulous trip to Los Angeles, a week. The night before we had a wonderful business meeting, where we were energized and ready to move forward with ideas laid out over dinner. Little did we know what was in store for us that morning, but soon found out just before lunch.
In keeping with routine, I ventured out in the shop to prepare for lunch, when simply helping my fellow co-worker would turn into a tragedy. He accidently dropped a 250lb axle that landed at full impact onto my left foot, where the big toe and foot join.
Upon leaving the hospital on crutches and overwhelmed with pain, we were looking at a few weeks till recovery. After several weeks and x-rays, it just wasn’t getting better, if anything, worse. I requested to see a specialist thinking there must be a break or fracture that had been missed, but no, not even so much as a crack in the bones. We were about to hear the worst and though I already had an idea, nothing could have prepared either of us for what the doctor was about to say; RSD (Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy), also known as CRPS (Chronic Regional Pain Syndrome), had set in my foot.
This is a very tough thing to deal with and isn’t really understood, which makes it all the more difficult. I’m currently entering the more severe stage of stage 2 and still have the worst to come, which is stage 3. We won’t know what will become of this until I’ve gone through all the stages and that’s when we’ll know what I’m left to deal with.
I’m still not walking without crutches and am restricted to working from home, but I’m very blessed to have a husband that truly loves me and many prayers being prayed on my behalf. Depression fights with me and pain torments me, but it could be worse and knowing that, helps me fight harder. I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to tell anyone about this, but it’s becoming harder to not. So, I ask you to please understand if I don’t communicate like I normally would or if I’m not exactly myself if we should, please don’t take it personal; this is a tough thing to battle and some days are harder than others.
Thank you for your prayers, emails, letters, cards and generosity, we appreciate it very much!
With Love, Kimberly M Durham
Though it may look bad, I’m a fighter and very good at applying mind over matter. The brain is a powerful tool and we can control a lot of things on our own. By no means am I saying everyone is capable or that it is always easy, but thankfully, I’m able to handle quite a bit. The days that are tougher, well I’ve learned to rest more and destress.