Drawing on Words

September 1, I had knee surgery. The surgeon himself stated that the surgery may not help at all.  Arthritis and a torn meniscus were the usual suspects going in.  But I suspected something much worse.

Luckily, the surgeon discovered a dime sized sphere (think marble) of bone in the notch of my knee.  They had to crush the bone to get it out, so the above picture is of a marble.  I carry that marble with me from time to time (especially for physical therapy) to strengthen my resolve.

A few shout outs are in order.  First and foremost, my husband has been amazing…taking over the house and waiting on me: cook, cleaner, masseuse, chauffeur, you name it.  On a scale of 1-10 he’s earned a 17.

Next my family and friends have been great:  Homemade treats, phone calls, keeping me company when I looked my worst (honestly folks, it was horrible) texting, cards, flowers.

And finally, for all those who disparage social media, I stand firmly in the ‘pro-twitter’ camp.  I could reach out to my world wide friends any time day or night.  Not one day went by that I did not get a *hug* a giggle, or something to think about through the phone I kept by my side.  Sometimes a tweet or story would just remind me how good I had it compared to others who were experiencing more pain, either physical or mental.  When I could do little else, I could still reach out with a word of comfort to others.

So, I’m on the mend.  So many to thank….but I fear (like the Academy awards) I can hear the music and am being played off the stage.