This is my last night with two original legs. After tomorrow morning, I’ll have one original, and one with a prosthetic knee.
It’s going to hurt.
But not as much as it would if I didn’t do this.
And I’ll have the best pain meds that CareFirst can buy.
And I’ll have My Captain with me every step (or limp, or Dick-Van-Dyke Fall) along the way.
My father lost his leg having this surgery. It didn’t work out like he planned, when he went home with only one leg, after going in to the hospital just to upgrade his knees. But he lived another ten years, and was his spunky, charismatic self the whole way. I try to remember that when I get a little bit sceeeerrd about the notion of it all.
And when I get discouraged, I’ll just remember the point. The goal….
…that I can hike this trail, and a world of others like it with my family,
the whole way.
I am totally and completely blessed, and I know it. Thank you, God!
So if I don’t post for a week or two, it’s not because I don’t love you, and it’s not because I don’t have anything funny to talk about. It’s because I’m entertaining nurses and physical therapists, and everyone else who is unlucky enough to be within earshot. If you think I’m quirky now, you ought to see me on Dilaudid!
Pray for the hospital staff….I’ll see you on the other side of this!