Ife Popoola, a Cloud Infrastructure Engineer writes,
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That was the last time he came to the hospital. It got so bad that I wouldn't hear from him all day until about 5–6pm in the evening asking, ‘So how are you today?’
I had actually decided that if I really didn't walk again, I'll break up with him so that he's not obligated to stick with me. Little did I know that I didn't even have to do that.
He was in flight mode already. I ended the relationship because it was obvious I had become a daily task for him to ‘check on’.
He said I was feeling sorry for myself. I mean here I was, 20 years old with a slim to no chance of ever walking again. I dropped from 121 pounds to 96 pounds, I had a laceration on my head that got half my hair shaved off to be stitched and had to wear a neck collar for a very long time. I was borderline depressed.
I think that was the beginning of my trust issues. I grew up fast.
I did leave the hospital, walked again, finished college, got my masters, became an Oracle DBA, switched to Cloud computing and i’m strutting in heels today.