I would be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge the anniversary of getting my first fake body part. I know what you are thinking, “wow, I wondered if she had a boob job”, but sadly, you would be wrong. Anyway, I would fire that guy. The girls are a bit saggy. I am referring to my right knee.
A year ago today, I made the best decision of my life having my knee replaced. I was scared, unsure, and kind of depressed that this was all happening before the age of fifty, but as I look back, I realize that my life was impacted by the pain that I was enduring. Today, I am back to a reasonable pace on the treadmill, I was able to participate in several walking tours while in Europe this summer, and most of all, I feel great. Sure, there are days when it might twinge a bit (it takes a full year to heal), but nothing compared to the agony that I was in last year.
Yesterday, as I went to register Bryce for his senior year, I was reminiscing on how different I feel from last year. When going up and down stairs was difficult. Standing was painful and I felt like I was older than I actually was. So grateful that I trusted my gut on this one. Part of me agreeing to this major surgery was my willingness to ask for help. I really don’t want to “bother” anyone, but I ran with it and my tribe showed up for me. It was an excellent lesson in humility. It is amazing how one experience can provide me with multiple lessons.
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