Harassing Hurricane Sandy Surgery

I was given an opportunity to write about my experience and have it published in a magazine. (I'll give more details at a later time) I was told to write about my experiences as a Marine wife and my emotions about Garrett's injury and I never realized just how hard it is to write about yourself. Garrett is such a huge part of who I am it's hard to separate his experience and his emotions from my own. It was truly a dream come true though and I'm praying that some day it may open some doors for me. I always dreamed about some day becoming a journalist, so maybe this experience will take me somewhere.

Writing it brought up some pretty rough memories for me though. One particular memory that I will never be able to get of my mind is the way Garrett looked the first time I saw him after his injury. He was still surrounded by the crew that brought him in on the medevac from Germany and it seemed like there were 20 different people working on every inch of him. He was grey. So grey. His skin, his eyes, his lips. He had no color. I didn't have the strength to say anything to him so I just touched his shoulder and he grabbed my hand. It wasn't even 5 seconds later I was pushed out of the room so they could stabilize him and whatever else they needed to do. Just another memory that haunts me...