As I sit here and write this blog, so many things go through my mind. First of all, I can't believe it's over and I have survived two seasons, LOL! Next and most importantly, I think about how on a day like this last year I was sitting in a hospital next to my son Frankie not knowing whether he would eat, talk, or walk again. I realize how fortunate I am and thank God for all of my blessings and gifts that I no longer take for granted.
It may seem strange, but Frankie's accident has given me my greatest gift: it reminded me of the fragility and brevity of life. We all need to live every day to its fullest. The thought that I could have lost my son made me appreciate and enjoy every minute of every single day. This journey has taught me to cope with fear, strengthened my faith in God, emboldened my spirit, and restored my faith in humanity. I know that the only day that really matters is today! Yesterday is gone and tomorrow is but a dream -- there is just today!
Since you saw very little of me this season and practically nothing of my family because of life circumstances, I will start by sharing this. I wish I would have been strong enough to share my journey since the beginning, but it was too painful and devastating. When I was ready to let the cameras into the therapies we were practically done filming. I wanted to send a message of courage, faith, and hope and help those families that are going through similar situations. Doing the show at least part time let me disconnect and it forced me to dress up, do my hair and makeup.