I feel squeamish and thought I should tell you. A giant stands before me and I’m using my sword, but ask for back-up. I’m scheduled for surgery, August 25. My journey begins with a left full knee replacement. I will have to have the other knee done, later.
My neighbors helped me find the best surgeon! All she does is hips and knees. I’ve completed the pre-op tests, attended the class at the hospital to inform me of what to expect, and started physical therapy. Before surgery I have to get to an acceptable range of motion. Let’s just say, I’m not there yet.
I am blessed!
The PT believes in gentle therapy. He has a low-key personality with humor. He will be in my life for a while and I am determined to do whatever he says. I’m improving already. He knows his stuff.
I can still visualize the surgeon’s finger pointing in my face to get a stationary bike and demanding: “Get on it every day—take your Aleve if you have to—but get on it and pedal and pedal even if you can only do the one knee.”
My son-in-love repaired his mom’s old bike for me and placed it in my home office. The ancient Schwinn air resistance bike has a lot of character. I’m thankful for the monetary savings.
I haven’t stayed in a hospital since my last baby, 39 years ago! No wonder anxiety knocks at my door—yeah, that’s it.
My daughters want me to have a better quality of life. They have been supportive in so many ways with their unique personalities and compassionate hearts. Amy lives close and accompanied me to all my doctor’s appointments. I am thankful for a coach like Amy at my side on the day of surgery and recovery.
No Surprise, I’m taking a blog break!
I’ve got to roll up my area rugs and get the house ready for my walker paths and make chicken soup to freeze. And I’ve got to do my exercises and ride my bike!
I don’t want Pile of Smiles to turn into Pile of Pain. It’s important to be real, though. I believe in a God who heals supernaturally, but He’s a loving Father who allows trials to teach us even greater truth. I pray with thanksgiving knowing He hears and wants the best for His children.
What an opportunity to stretch my faith muscles!
Truly, this Goliath is right in my face these days. Just as David, I must open my mouth and declare: “I come to you in the Name of the Lord. The battle is the Lord’s and He will give me the victory.”
…But I need reinforcement.
Here’s the heads up
I only take vitamins and herbal supplements every day. I try not to think about the medication required. Ugh. The meds might mess with my head for awhile so if I comment strangely on your blog, that’s why. I can use the excuse temporarily at least.
What about you. Is there a Goliath in your life?