The count down has begun. . .
I go into the hospital for hip replacement surgery February 11th. My gait gives it away to onlookers. I have been hobbling for some time now. It began with a simple pain that worsened into a constant ache. It’s reminiscent of my condition about a decade ago. It was my left hip then. The only time it didn’t hurt was when I rode my Harley. No Harley these days and the ache is nonstop.
I had thought I could postpone this surgery until December. I have workshops already committed to and didn’t want any interruptions. But my body called and fortunately, there was a window of opportunity that fit me, the surgeon and my workload. So if you have time on Thursday to blow a prayer my way, I’d appreciate it.
Actually, I have no fear. I think having been through it before helps, of course, but I also have the faith needed to know that there is a perfect outcome. Whatever my situation might be following surgery, I will be in good hands, as well as God’s hands. Having constant contact with God, a gift that I have nurtured for decades, pays off.
As I tell sponsees and friends all the time, we are always prepared for the experiences that wear our names. Believing that has allowed me to live free of anxiety. As I told a friend today who has made a big change in her life, she is embarking on a sweet adventure. Every day is a sweet adventure, for all of us, whether we are doing the same dance or a new one. Aren’t we a lucky bunch of people? I sure think so. Thanks for visiting my blog. I love our friendship.