“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, ‘I will try again tomorrow.” — Mary Anne Radmacher

I walked into the Recovery Room. He was smiling. He was joking with the nurse. I could see right away he had charmed her. He must have felt as relieved as I did. Laughter was a kind of relief. He had survived. I cannot imagine what it must have felt like for him, heading into surgery. So many possible outcomes. I am sure he was afraid. Still he went without complaint. I consider that bravery. Courage. I am a total chicken. I feel like if it had been me, I may have made a different choice. Maybe not. It’s hard to say. Until you are put into the situation you can’t really know. One thing I have learned about my husband. He is an incredibly brave man. Strong. I have yet to hear him complain about his injuries. To this day, he does not complain about the pain he lives with every day. I complain when I get a cold. Chris, in the recovery room making the nurse smile. It made me smile. He really is hilarious. I used to bug him about not being able to be serious. Ever. He used to bug me about how serious I can be. One of the things that drew me to him. He had a sense of humour that made me laugh. He teased me. He helped me to take myself a little bit less seriously.

Today, we are getting back there. The atmosphere is lightening. There has been a lot of serious in our lives the last few years. Way too much, if you ask me. The complications that come out of an accident of this magnitude. They are huge. There are so  many. Close your eyes. Imagine it is you. Imagine it is your husband or your wife. What would those complications look like? Now add so many more. That is what happens to a life. To a family. When trauma comes calling.

I think that deep down we are both eternal optimists. We try as hard as we can to see the positive underneath all of the stressors. Maintaining that way of being has been challenging. The laughter, sometimes that is what I miss the most. The laughter. I know one day it will return to our lives. We will feel light again. Laughter will come more quickly. Soon. I feel like it is just around the corner. We are coming to terms with the things that cause us stress. We can recognize them more easily now. We are learning to break them down. Deal with them separately. They do not affect us as much. Like in the early days. In the Recovery Room. I saw that. I saw us. Still there. Underneath all of the pain. Underneath all of the stress. The laughter. It was still there.

The pain medication helped his mood. That, and the fact he had made it through major surgery. From the beginning paralysis had been a real fear. This no longer weighed on us. There would be other complications. Paralysis would not be one of them. Though he had been in a horrible accident, he was still himself. He was still Chris. He was still making jokes at the most inappropriate of times. He still saw humour in the serious. The morphine helped. As we would learn over the next few days, he was a lightweight. It helped to bring out the lighter side of his personality. This was not the only time he would make us laugh. He joked he was going to quit flying to groom dogs. He had it all planned out. After too many very stressful and painful hours, he was back. Back to himself. At least for that moment. It was so great to see him smiling. I think the surgery may have lessened the pain as well. His back was no longer in pieces. That must have eased the burden. At least a little. For that moment, I forgot all of the hurdles. All the injuries that would be managed in the days to come. I could think about them later. I did not feel afraid.

They moved him from Recovery and settled him into a bed in the Observation Room. It was close to 3 am. I had to leave his side. I had barely left him since arriving at the hospital around 10pm on Friday night. It was now Sunday morning. We had made it through the hard part. There was still some uncertainty, and a lot of healing, but the really scary part was over. I was exhausted. It is amazing what the body can deal with when it has to. I had been running on adrenaline. When I got to the hotel, I took off the clothes I had been wearing for two days, and crawled under the covers. I pulled them tightly around my neck. Stopping the shivers. The warmth of the blankets hugged me, enveloped me. It made me feel safe, lying there as the darkness surrounded me. A moment to myself. The time where the parts of a day sink in. When we are by ourselves, and our minds work to comprehend all that has happened before we drift off to sleep. When I closed my eyes, there was nothing. Just black. I guess my mind was not quite ready to process the new world I now lived in. What strange days had led to that night. The night where I lay in a hotel bed, in a city that I did not know. My husband lay in a different bed, just a short drive away.

My alarm woke me at 6:30 a.m. The room was still dark as I stumbled to the shower. Chris. The first thought to enter my mind. Through his stay at the hospital, I never felt comfortable when I would leave him at night. There alone and vulnerable. I needed rest though. Staying the night by his side would not have been helpful. I don’t think I would have been allowed even if I had wanted to. Every night before I left, while he was still in the Observation Room, I would give the nurses my phone number, just in case. I had to make sure they had it every  night before I could leave him. I needed them to know it was so important they call me if anything went wrong. If he took a turn for the worst. Even a small one.

After the shower, I feel a little more human. I am not a morning person and lack of sleep is not my friend. I usually press snooze too many times, and get up at the last possible minute. The morning after the surgery though, as soon as my eyes opened in the darkness, I dragged myself from the bed into the shower. I wanted to get to the hospital as soon as I could. The ever important night had ended, and I needed to see how it had gone. I grabbed a large coffee and headed to the hospital. Another day in a different world.