This ornament my mom sent us while serving as a missionary in Germany is my personal symbol of knee rehab.
I have never appreciated the hinges of my body more than I do now--knee cap resurfacing will do that I suppose.
Daily I pull and push my knee to greater and greater degrees of flexibility. Today at my first outpatient physical therapy appointment I was buoyed up with optimism. I am ahead of schedule and doing great. Pain is diminishing by minuscule amounts each day, and my weak quads are slowly remembering just what they can do.
Look at the bend in those knees! Hopefully within the next few weeks this will be me. In the meantime I am trying to be a good girl and count my blessings.
- I may have a six-inch scar, but it is a beautiful one--nice and slim.
- I was able to venture to the mall on Saturday and to Sacrament Meeting on Sunday--completely exhausted afterwards, but I escaped the house.
- I am walking without the aid of a walker or cane. I am slow and I limp, but I can do it.
- I have an incredible support group of people who love me.
"God Bless[es] us, every one!"