SusieShoes
Former BoneSmart staff member
Nine Months: Dancing with Wonder Boy
First, thank you to everyone for the heartfelt condolences on the death of FIL. He had a long and amazing life, and the funeral, while sad, was filled with generations of fond memories. I won't go into details of the Big Italian Family funeral, but it was epic.
My highlight was dancing with my three year-old grandson. He's incredibly musical (plays dozens of songs, including Fur Elise, on the piano and is learning the violin) and he grabbed my hand and wanted me to dance with him. A tarantella, I think. Something Italian that FIL had loved. The whole family is musical. And so I danced. And the knees were perfect. I had to dance with them bent, to start with, and had to go even lower to do a dance cheek to cheek. It was... interesting. I was glad to be wearing a below-the-knee dress. But the knees never hurt, not even a little, and they never swelled, and I have no complaints at all about how well they performed.
This was the first time many of the relations and family friends had seen me since my surgery and some had, literally, never seen me move like that. Ten years ago, when I married into the family, I limped down the aisle. I'm serious. All the hard work leading up the the wedding aggravated my left knee, and I limped.
"Hey, heard you got your knees done. How did that turn out for you? Because my doc, you see..."
"My wife needs hers done but she's scared, you know..."
"Does it hurt? That's gotta hurt..."
"You're kidding me." Because, apparently, I don't walk like someone who's had surgery. I was asked a few times to lift my hem to show the scars.
So I talked to the cousin, and the wife, and many other people. There's a lot of apprehension out there about knee replacements, and a lot of need.
I told them about the upcoming Joint Replacement Awareness Day (JRAD). There's a link to the event in my signature below. I can't think of a better source of good, solid information. Go right to the experts. I told them about BoneSmart, too, and also put in a good word for my surgeon. Just returning the favor; he did a top-rate job.
But mostly I danced with my grandson and thinking that THIS was why I got new knees.
First, thank you to everyone for the heartfelt condolences on the death of FIL. He had a long and amazing life, and the funeral, while sad, was filled with generations of fond memories. I won't go into details of the Big Italian Family funeral, but it was epic.
My highlight was dancing with my three year-old grandson. He's incredibly musical (plays dozens of songs, including Fur Elise, on the piano and is learning the violin) and he grabbed my hand and wanted me to dance with him. A tarantella, I think. Something Italian that FIL had loved. The whole family is musical. And so I danced. And the knees were perfect. I had to dance with them bent, to start with, and had to go even lower to do a dance cheek to cheek. It was... interesting. I was glad to be wearing a below-the-knee dress. But the knees never hurt, not even a little, and they never swelled, and I have no complaints at all about how well they performed.
This was the first time many of the relations and family friends had seen me since my surgery and some had, literally, never seen me move like that. Ten years ago, when I married into the family, I limped down the aisle. I'm serious. All the hard work leading up the the wedding aggravated my left knee, and I limped.
"Hey, heard you got your knees done. How did that turn out for you? Because my doc, you see..."
"My wife needs hers done but she's scared, you know..."
"Does it hurt? That's gotta hurt..."
"You're kidding me." Because, apparently, I don't walk like someone who's had surgery. I was asked a few times to lift my hem to show the scars.
So I talked to the cousin, and the wife, and many other people. There's a lot of apprehension out there about knee replacements, and a lot of need.
I told them about the upcoming Joint Replacement Awareness Day (JRAD). There's a link to the event in my signature below. I can't think of a better source of good, solid information. Go right to the experts. I told them about BoneSmart, too, and also put in a good word for my surgeon. Just returning the favor; he did a top-rate job.
But mostly I danced with my grandson and thinking that THIS was why I got new knees.

United States


Reading about your FIL's death and you dancing with new knees after his funeral, with a pint-sized human, no less--well, those things made me think about the circle of life and how lucky we all are to be able to participate in it. Thanks for your reminders that life goes on, that life can be both sad and sweet at the same time, and that knees don't have to be stoppers in the game we call life. 


Even excruciatingly painful new knees.
