After watching I didn’t overdo myself, I bounded out for an hour to watch our children’s group (AWANA) race small wooden cars down a track. The top four winners (Dagen, Joshua, John and Brett) are all friends or brothers. Great time . . . with the winners being all of the kids who attended, along with parents and friends.
As healing takes place, an uplift of spirit and voice happens.
Some of the notes still carry the pain of recovery. I still do painful exercises everyday. I don’t want the trophy of walking to turn into atrophy. So you hear some discord.
Although the resolution of a minor chord to a major chord of rejoicing may take time, it’s worth it.
Someone asked me if I would go through this same surgery, knowing what I had experienced. I laughed and said, "NO." But on reflection I had to say that I would.
When we first start the song of healing some notes seem out of place, loud, and grating. But the harmony comes, slowly at first, and then cascading in full chorus.
I’m in the middle of the song. I’m looking for the day when I walk with no pain. So some days the song needs a few more rests than usual. But, somehow my sight slips down to the next measure and the next page and finally to the end stave. And hope breeds excitement as the music builds.
Now, what should I title this piece? "Life"??
First time back in the office. Eight weeks have passed.
One hour. Enough for the moment. Annual general meeting tonight.
At physio today, I’m where I should be. Now I’m on my own. I’ll continue exercising and hope to build myself up. They say it takes a year.
Meanwhile, Jill is on the mend as well. We should be able to survive by ourselves in a few weeks time!
Thanks again for your prayers, concern, foodstuff, walkers, etc.!!
Small steps lead to bigger ones. Short walks to longer ones.
Today, I headed around the block. I’ve tried the venture a few times before, but always turned back.
After and evening’s sleep, I ventured out with my grandson and my daugther. A cell was placed in my daughter’s pocket just in case. My walker had a seat in case I tired.
The walk was healthy and done without a pause.
Where to next? Maybe I’ll join some of the astronauts and go for a space walk!
P.S.: Jill is recuperating well. She is up, sitting for rest, eating the regular meals. Things are a little slower, but she is encouraged!