Although my own injuries were severe. I found inspiration in a young lady who was far worse off than I. While recuperating, I accepted a volunteer position as security at a womens shelter my mother had helped to found.
A young woman was brought in who had gone through a terrible ordeal. She had been held against her will for six months and terribly abused. Her physical injuries were sickening: a mutilated nipple and infection in her left breast, second and third degree burns to her genitals along with urinary tract infection, infected anal fissure requiring a temporary colostomy to heal, seven broken bones in her feet that had healed wrong as well as ruptured plantar fascia. Over four years, she went through 17 major operations, orthopedic and reconstructive, and numerous painful dermatology procedures; all borne stoicly and courageously. She also had deep psychological injuries; PTSD flashbacks almost daily.
My self-pity and depression melted away in her presence. I went from being her bodyguard to semi-skilled caregiver, friend to lover. 2½ years into this, I proposed marriage. She declined, citing her inability to yet perform her “conjugal duty”.
Our relationship was consummated a year later in a night of gentleness and profound love, followed by breakfast in bed with a 200 year old emerald ring on the tray. I proposed on my knees as a gentleman should. Our marriage was postponed at her insistence until physical therapy enabled her to dance at our wedding.
We were married in November of 1999. She walked down the aisle of Manchester Cathedral without the slightest limp. She danced beautifully at the reception. We won a ballroom dancing competition on our honeymoon in Barbados.
This remarkable lady changed her major from Fine Arts to Psychology, graduating four year later Summa Cum Laude; two years later with an MA. She overcame her psychological demons and had her PTSD under control. While working on her PhD, she counseled other women who had experienced similar trauma. She also diagnosed my Aspergers Syndrome while a third year undergraduate.
With her PhD thesis complete, waiting only it’s defense, she was taken from us in an automobile accident last November. The Womens Center has been recently renamed “Meghan’s House”. Her life, courage, compassion and determination deeply affected all who came in contact with her. Megs PhD was awarded to her, posthumously, at Spring Commencement this year. I accepted it for her with tears in my eyes.