In last week’s piece I wrote about how our 2014 Thanksgiving was going to be a different and Unexpected Thanksgiving. And it sure was unexpected – but in ways that even surprised us. We did not have our romantic get-away to Santa Cruz. Instead, all our plans went out the window when I fell 4 days before Thanksgiving and broke my leg and ankle in three different places along with dislocating it. After a three hour surgery and a few nights in the hospital, I am home. So our holiday was very different from what we had expected!
This misfortune has proved to have good, bad and the just plain weird.
Let’s start with the weird coincidence that I have now had surgery on my left ankle three times, each time exactly 10 years apart: November 1994, November 2004 and now November 2014. Note: my husband and kids are threatening to lock me in a padded room in November 2024. Over the years it has gotten harder on me physically, but easier to deal with because of the knowledge I have gained through each successive experience. I know I need a wheel chair, crutches, handicap placard, shower bag designed to go over casts, and of course my smart phone. What a huge difference having a mini computer in my pocket makes! And over the past 20 years I have also grown up some and learned how to ask for help. I remember a bad moment in 1994 when I ate lunch on the floor of my kitchen because I couldn’t get the food from the kitchen to the couch while still relying on crutches. This year as my husband plans to be inaccessible for three days next week I have friends coming in to keep me company and help with my lack of mobility. What a difference!
There is no sugar coating this situation. This was a bad break and the three hours of surgery alone took a toll on me. As I write this I don’t really know my prognosis. The surgeon was saying that I should expect six to 12 months before I can get back to normal and back on the yoga mat. I am determined and I am strong, BUT I am no longer in my 20’s or 30’s or even 40’s. Realistically this is going to take a lot of time and work and maybe now in my mid 50’s (gulp) I will finally find some patience.
The best thing to come from my misfortune is that our daughter changed her plans and came home for Thanksgiving. Her loving reaction and desire to be here to take care of me has been very healing. Other good: because of email and social media, I have been able to let people know about the accident without having to wear myself out repeating the whole awful story. Friends and family have been kind and generous with their offers to help, beautiful flowers and their understanding for when I have hit a wall and need to lay down to rest. And for some reason more readers have been leaving comments on my blog posts and subscribing and even sharing past pieces that they liked. So while my happy dance has been altered, I am none-the-less overjoyed with the support for me and my work.
Here is a parting contrast shot:
So as usual, I will figure out a way to mother myself through this situation, but now I am open to mothering from others in my life, what a nice perspective to be able to see. When was the last time you looked back over 20 years to see how you and your life has changed? What did you learn?
As a blogger, I enjoy sharing my ideas and thoughts with people, and I get a special thrill when someone leaves a comment. When you share my posts on social media sites, I jump up and down doing a happy dance. So thank you!