This is the extraordinary story of one of the world's greatest living minds, the renowned astrophysicist Stephen Hawking, who falls deeply in love with fellow Cambridge student Jane Wilde. Once a healthy, active young man, Hawking received an earth-shattering diagnosis at 21 years of age. With Jane fighting tirelessly by his side, Stephen embarks on his most ambitious scientific work, studying the very thing he now has precious little of - time. Together, they defy impossible odds, breaking new ground in medicine and science, and achieving more than they could ever have dreamed.I did have a hard time watching the movie. I lost a dear, dear, DEAR friend to Lou Gehrig's disease (ALS) and as I watched Stephen's decline I was constantly reminded of the struggles Denise faced. However, as per my norm, my thoughts turned towards my own disease. Interestingly, many of my symptoms run parallel with ALS and I find myself constantly being reminded of the fight Denise had to face and drawing on her strength and wisdom in the eye of the storm.
There was a point in the movie that a wheelchair-bound Hawking, with the assistance of a voice synthesiser, was asked to attend a lecture in America where he would be receiving an award. While on stage at the lecture, Stephen sees a student drop a pen. There is a moment that he imagines getting up to return it and the movie plays as if he can. He stands, walks down the stairs off the stage, stoops down, retrieves the pen and gallantly hands it to the young woman. The movie slams back to Mr. Hawking still bound to his wheelchair. His emotions are very clear as he struggles with the fact that he cannot do as he wishes.
That scene plays over and over and over in my mind.
On May 24, I attended a fantastic, wonderfully, beautiful wedding of a "little" girl that I love so very dearly. Alissa and Cody had a never-empty-dance-floor set up. I love music and love to dance and found myself on the floor swaying to the music. I miss dancing. I miss it so much. However, I am not able to get to the dance floor without aid and certainly could not be left to my own resources once getting to the floor. I found myself saying "Don't let go of me". ALOT.
That night I had a dream about running. I was running and jumping and laughing with glee. Then I woke up. And was hit with the realization that, yeah, I can't run. And I never will again. I can't jump. And I never will again. I can't dance. And I never will again.
And I was so, so, so sad.
My mind isn't ready to admit defeat. So I keep stammering and stumbling forward and try so very hard to maintain a smile on my face and to treasure every movement as if it might be my last.
When Stephen Hawking spoke at Cambridge he said:
However difficult it may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at.I've learned that my own successes are measured in small increments and certainly do not fall in the same category as "normal" successes. However, they are mine. If a "good day" is achieved by getting out of bed, putting on make-up with shaky hands and making sure that I smile widely to the gal at the pepsi store? That is a good day.
Once again, Stephen nailed it while addressing Cambridge:
I might just dance after all. Even if it's just in my mind.
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