Recovery Is The Wrong Word

May we always be students. Never stop learning. Never stop seeing the options in life to living not pushing toward zero. I remember when fishing with our nephew Brian, he, who’s struggling with an inoperable brain tumor [Brian is Diane’s sister Cheryl’s son] after catching his first salmon, said, “I’m still living.” “Yes, Brian, important.”

And then, because a friend gave me this nugget, “Most important, though, is to never die before you are dead.” That works. That really works.

Back to being a student. I viewed a u-tube this morning on Traumatic Brain Injuries. A lesson that applies to Diane and me and all our family in helping Jason walk into his future, he having had on January 7 a major brain surgery removing the hematoma, larger than a golf ball, from his cerebellum.

In sharing this recovery experience with many of you in personal notes and the blog, I learned this morning I’m using the wrong word. I offered “recovery.”

A Brain Injury tape says from brain injuries we don’t recover. That is, we never return to who we were and what we did pulsing life. It’s not a recovery road. It’s a rehab road. We LEARN to adapt, to meet the new world with an openness and interest to live well. Be about living and not dying to quote Tim Robbins in “Shawshank Redemption.”

Jason will never be the same. But in the new day as he moves from ICU to Intermediate Care to a Rehab facility dealing with Brain Injury patients to our home, the new day can be discovery. So, recovery becomes rehab and the future? Still God’s gift. And still adapting. The future CAN be known for its discovery, casting futility to the side.

Then it occurred to me, whether or not we’ve had or may have some day a brain injury, adapting is for each of us…to not lock into the past but be open to the new day, the new patterns of life and the reality that God never abandons us…

So, we take on the new day…fellow adapters…and pray for each other that we don’t die. Rather, we live with energy and openness. Another “take” on Carpe Diem.


About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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