Healing

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My knee surgery was “out patient” in that I went home after I was awakened.  Once I was open for company, my family came by with treats to cheer me.  E7 drew the above picture.  I appreciate the pink she put in my cheeks.  I might also note that she got the perfect amount of gray in my hair.

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N10 and J8 came with roses, Trader Joe’s vanilla meringues, as well as jokes to keep me laughing.

L9 drew two pictures which included a great deal of thought.

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The picture above is what NOT to do.  This is a turtle taking its time from where it is now to “done being sick.”  Don’t be like a turtle.

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The whole idea is that I was to be like a bunny or a fox (or even a bunny being chased by a fox) and get to the “done being” sick as soon as possible.

All this support for Gma could not have happened if not for my two sons and my daughter-in-laws…each precious and supportive cheerleaders as I improve.

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Loose Bodies

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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.

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