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We went up to Mt. Rose three times over the holiday break to get the kids skiing. The first two times, I simply helped shuttle kids and equipment to JB, who was working patiently with both of them.
Mt. Rose where where I injured myself, and from where I stood, I could see the scene of the accident, where I fell within sight of the lodge and the lower mountain, and had to ride a snowmobile down to the ski patrol.
Yesterday, I finally got up the courage to try skiing again. The doctor told me I could ski 9 months after surgery, and to start slow.
Eleven months, three weeks after my initial injury, and nine months, two days after my surgery, I made my return to skis. I did three beginner runs, and got to ski with the hubby and both of my kids.
I still have a lot of work to do to get back to “normal”, if that will be possible, but the first major hurdle in conquering my fears has been cleared.
