In just a few weeks I will be repeating a process I am still all too familiar with. Though I doubt I will experience the complications of the first time, I know the time and effort it is going to take.
I’ve managed to put this off for nearly three years, but I am about to have my second knee replaced. Thanks to the marvels of modern medicine, and apparently a 3-D printer, this has become a rather routine surgery. At least that is what they say. None the less, I am not relishing the rehab and yes, in the short run, the pain that the rehab will provide. The only bright side … I know what to expect and I think I am so much better prepared this time around. To that end, I just returned from the preparation class. What was obvious, was the additional detail and information this time around.
Of course all of this is still a too fresh memory. I am committed at this point though I won’t lie. Every day finds me questioning my decision at least once and I am in that moment, tempted to call it off. After all, my limp is hardly noticeable and my pain, though …. a pain, is manageable. So why do it? Bottom line; the stiffness, the arthritic pain at night and the fact that I am feeling limited, has me believing as my doctor puts it, “why wait until it is so bad that you can’t do anything?” I have too many things that I want to do, for me to wait until I have even less time TO DO them. I have great faith in the surgeon and the team of professional assistants, nurses and rehab specialists that will be assisting and encouraging me as I heal and progress. And of course there will be my coach at home keeping me focused and if I’m lucky, a little pampered.
So I know I’ve been down this road before, but I suspect the ride will be different this time. Each experience prepares us for the next. I am prepared for this journey and am looking forward to my new bionic knees and the activities they will re-afford me. I was even told it could improve my golf game. Now that is something to look forward to.
And for my friends, “Don’t cry for me Argentina.” Shameful, but I loved the line and always wanted a place to use it. Editorial freedom is an earned right.