Author: Sheri Denkensohn-Trott
I have a procedure every year that I do as an outpatient in a hospital. It is not a big deal, but mostly done precautionary reasons because I have a spinal cord injury. I recently had the procedure, and all went well. After the procedure I go to the recovery room for about one hour, whereafter I usually wake up relatively quickly.
When I was fully awake and the nurse felt that my vitals were fine, she called my attendant who came to help me get dressed. On with my sweatpants and sweatshirt, as you do not dress up for the occasion. Plain as possible. No jewelry, no bra, no deodorant, or powder. I know the drill.
I was not able to eat or drink after midnight, so by 4:30 PM I was having visions of coffee. Luckily there was a coffee shop in the hospital, and I was able to grab a cup before they closed. And it was heavenly! I got home, had some scrambled eggs and pancakes (a
backwards day of breakfast for dinner), and went to bed to watch TV and relax.
The next morning, the “beautiful” bag from the hospital with my belongings was hanging on my closet door. I asked my attendant to go through and get rid of the bag because after multiple hospital stays, I hate having bags like that around. She took out a pair of underwear that looked like boxers. I asked her why I had them. She answered, “You wore a pair home.” Seriously? They are boxers. I guess the hospital thinks they are unisex.
When the hospital asked me for feedback on my procedure and my comments about the hospital, I decided to leave out the boxers. But let’s just say, I have not kept the extra pair and the pair that I wore home. No way. Not part of my wardrobe.

At the same time, I have lived life as a quadriplegic for so long that being able-bodied feels like faded memories with slight pictures of clarity.
energy. I had to put that energy toward gaining whatever I could to be strong. It was one day at a time. One hour at a time and sometimes one minute at a time. Some of my early days after injury were darker than the blackest night. And some of those days had victories that brought faint rays of sunshine providing hope of a better future.
We all have our own journeys that have darkness and light, sometimes too much darkness. I’m hoping that my book will help people see the glimmers of sunshine and gain the resilience to make their lives better.