28 Jun 2013

Wheelchair Wedding – Part 2

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Where did I leave off? Oh yes, I’m in Israel, a week from my wedding unable to walk. Well there was no miraculous recovery. No Vitamin D related miracles as everyone suspected.. “your body hasn’t seen the sun for a long time. As soon as you get on that beach and your legs touch the sand you’ll be fine!”… Well, no, not really. First day, we went to the beach. Second day, we went to the beach. Third day, same. Nothing. And on Wednesday we had to make the journey to Jerusalem to sign the marriage documents and I burst into tears in the rabbis office because I couldn’t believe I was collecting my marriage certificate in a wheelchair.

Thursday – beach. Nothing. And everyone was starting to arrive. I was devastated because they were all seeing me in a wheelchair and I couldn’t enjoy my time with them like we’d planned. We had so many events planned and I was just getting more and more stressed and more and more anxious by the minute. On Thursday afternoon, after succumbing to the fact that the hundreds of people – from all backgrounds and denominations – all over the world praying for me, the so-called healing sand, and the ‘wedding adrenaline’ weren’t working, I decided to call a doctor. I figured if Hashem, Allah, Jesus Christ and The Virgin Mary couldn’t cure me, we needed to call in ‘The Mortals’.

Friday morning. In walks Dr Butcher – as he is now affectionately known to us. 5ft2 and 20 stone, wearing jeans and a counterfeit polo shirt with breath to rival the entrance of the rhino enclosure at the zoo. And I’m being told to relax! By this point I just figured that things couldn’t get much worse so I might as well take off my knickers and let him put that humdinger of a needle in my bum cheek. Which he did. It hurt but it was a nice distraction (from his breath, and the pain.)

After handing us his bill, we paid, and he left. I told Daniel to go and entertain our guests by the pool and I had a little nap. Lo and behold – blessed be Hashem, Allah, Jesus Christ, Lord Ganesha, The Virgin Mary, The Dalai Lama, Buddha and every freaking rabbi in the holy land I was standing on – I COULD STAND. And I COULD WALK. It wasn’t immediately 100% better but after a few hours I felt relief. And when I woke up on Saturday morning I was able to put my feet on the ground and get myself to the bathroom. I was so excited I woke Daniel up at 6am to tell him.

We spent that day at the beach and come Monday, I was well enough to enjoy my wedding 🙂

Albeit I am the only bride in the history of the world to fall asleep in the wedding car next to her husband be on the way to our wedding! (A story for the grandkids)

The day was perfect. I had to sit down at lot and by about 11.30 they brought a chair to the dancefloor and I sat on it as everyone danced around me. By the end of the night, my wonderful husband put me in the wheelchair and wheeled me to the coach that was taking us all home and we got a great picture of it which I will post when I get it. But for the time being, below is a picture of me on the day. Who knew I couldn’t walk 3 days before right???

Thank you to everyone who supported me through this time. It really was the hardest time of my life and having to mix that in with what should be the happiest time of my life was very difficult and extremely testing on my faith. But we got there in the end and the most important thing is that Daniel and I are now happily married, back home, and apart from a bit of a dodgy hip, flare free.

Happy Friday everyone xxx

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3 Responses to Wheelchair Wedding – Part 2
  1. your amazing and you look incredible! x

  2. That’s my girl….your very proud no more mother of the bride, but mother of the wife xx

  3. You are so strong! Beautiful story and even more beautiful bride!


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