18 days ago (2019-05-07 19:21:39)
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This is my Mama, beaming with a heady mix of pride, oxygen deprivation, and exhaustion after reaching Annapurna Base Camp (4130 meters) in the Himalayas of Nepal.
It’s a proud accomplishment for anyone, but it holds extra special meaning for us. A year and a half ago her life was almost taken by a bizarre accident. She was walking down some stone steps in Italy when she fell, leaving her with multiple skull fractures, subdural hematomas, cerebral air edema, a torn biceps tendon, broken clavicle and scapula, torn rotator cuff, and a severe TBI. In the months since then, she’s had multiple surgeries and procedures and begun the intense process of healing physically and emotionally from the experience. It’s been brutal, but my Mom is one of the toughest women I know.
This trek forced her to confront some of her very understandable fears: of falling, of stone stairs (of which there were thousands), and more. She had to ignore the voices of doubt and negativity from unbelievers and well-intentioned folks at home and gather her courage every morning to face the new day. And she did it. Every single step under her own power, often with a smile or song on her lips to boot.
To say I’m proud of her is an understatement. Watching her commit to wonder and curiosity over fear each day is something I’ll never forget. I aspire to carry that same spirit into the rest of my life and I’ll never forget this amazing, hard, hot, sweaty adventure. #forceofnature