Recovery Starts With Gratitude
There I was, sitting quietly, waiting to be seen just like many patients do. You know how it goes: eventually someone breaks the silence with that classic question, âSo, what brings you here?â Itâs kind of like being in jail and hearing, âWhat are you in for?â Except instead of criminal offenses, it's diagnoses. After I tell my story, thereâs always a moment of pause, followed by some version of, âGod has plans for you,â or âYouâre not finished yet.â Honestly, over the years, Iâve heard this so many times from Cardiologists, Doctors, and Nurses saying that I was a walking miracle that I wanted to scream. I could barely walk, I was short of breath and talking only made it worse. I felt trapped in a crippled body. One morning, I was enjoying breakfast with my daughter at a Cracker Barrel, a cozy, down-home kind of place, when a woman approached me. âAre you Greg Traver?â she asked. I said yes, wondering what was coming next. She introduced herself, and we got to chatting. When she was leaving, she asked if we could snap a selfie together. I was happy to oblige. Turns out, she was one of the amazing doctors who cared for me while I was in the cardiac intensive care unit. Naturally, I had zero memory of our previous encounter. Later, I asked my wife whoâs an ER nurse why that would happen. She simply said, âYou remember the ones who make it. "Their stories you remember when the shifts are hard". Iâll be honest with you: for a long time, I felt like a vegetable. Months passed before my mind felt like it was finally settling, like all the scattered puzzle pieces were clicking into place and I could think clearly again. Then came the real challenge, The Darkness of Despair I quickly realized I wasnât medically fit to return to my old career. Heck, I wasnât even qualified to get myself dressed, much less drive anywhere regularly. The frustration was real. When someone would say, âGod has a plan for you,â Iâd smile and nod, but secretly entertain myself by imagining giving them a smack upside the head. jk