Recovery

As I look back at last year at this time to now, I'm reminded of the events that happened that have left me feeling beaten up. A year ago this month, my mom died. In September I broke my knee. October I had to have surgery on my knee. In January, I had to have my frozen knee bent under anesthetic. This spring, I have been battling asthma like I haven't battled it in a long time. I'm tired. I'm weary. I'm wiser. I'm closer to God. I'm determined.

Today I went to the Y. I rode the bike for 20 minutes, 6.3 miles and then I worked the weight machines. I looked down at the scarred knee, that has been through so much, lifting weights. The muscles flexing, the knee bending, and it looked beautiful. I remembered the cast I wore. I remembered the brace I wore. I remembered crying as I tried desparately to bend a frozen knee. I remembered the excrutiating pain after my surgery. I remembered feeling weak and helpless. I remembered the frustration. I thought of how I have struggled with neck and shoulder pain for years. It was confirmed as I strained lifting 10 lbs. with rows and overhead presses.

I'm tired of being weak. I'm tired of pain. I'm tired of being fragile. I hate that I've gained weight as a result of being laid up. I haven't liked having to use the handicap parking. I want to be able to go up the stairs without whincing in pain.

On May 11, I am going to have another surgery on my knee to remove the pins and wire that are currently in my knee. I will have two weeks to recover from that, then the stitches come out and the nightmare...for all intents and purposes...is over. I am taking the summer off school and am focusing on healing...inside and out. I hope to start the fall semester healthier, happier and more in control.

To God Be The Glory!!!