Today is three weeks since my surgery and I'm taking stock of where I am
I am walking outside, in my neighborhood, twice a day
I am doing stretching exercises which make everything feel amazing
I am no longer using the walker but am using a cane, which I have lost twice today by putting down and walking away from it
Then panic sets in
I am doing minor housework, which I had not been able to do, on my own, for several months before surgery
I have survived sleepless nights, constipation, log leg, showering on a chair, sponge baths and other and assorted insults.
But survive I did.
I also survived the better part of 15 years in such soul shattering, relentless pain.
I give myself no credit for that. That was just fear. I wish I had done this sooner.
This summer I will walk at all the places I saw from a wheelchair.... It will be wonderful
I still feel God is in his heaven and enough is right with my world.
I can't wait for the next adventure!
