I entitled the first post of this blog “Five Months for Fifty Years.” I was told at the beginning of this journey, I could be walking and back to normal in about four to five months. This week will be six months since my surgery and I’m still on crutches.
It’s amazing how you can be completely sick of something and totally used to it at the same time. I’d bet it takes most people about six months to get used to any new situation whether it’s a new job, city or relationship. While I’m very much looking forward to ditching the crutches, most of the time I don’t even realize I’m using them anymore. For the past few weeks I’ve mostly been getting around using only one, which makes things easier.
I haven’t updated my blog very much recently, mostly because I feel like there hasn’t been much to say. I’m just living life, waiting for my bone to heal. The 2.25 inch gap where my bone was pulled apart to lengthen it, still hasn’t quite filled in. We stopped lengthening (pulling it apart) back on July 2nd. Since then, I’ve just been waiting. Apparently, I’m a slow bone grower. Figures. I have to be on crutches because if I step on my leg too hard while it’s still broken, well, you can imagine that could hurt it. It’s weird because my leg itself and my muscles feel strong enough to just walk across the room. But I have to resist. I get x-rays about every six weeks to see how I’m healing. I’m due for one this week.
Although I have limitations, I’ve still managed to have some fun. I got to celebrate at the weddings of two good friends. One, a former co-worker in Chattanooga and the other my college roommate who I’ve spoken about in my blog previously. I was even able to dance at both weddings, putting most of my weight on my good leg!
I was a bridesmaid in Kacey’s wedding. We decided to decorate my crutches so they’d be pretty as I walked down the aisle. I just left them like that and still walk around with the ribbon on them!
Most of the time, I’m in good spirits. It helps that I’m not in any pain. If I ever get down about it I try to stand barefoot in front of the mirror. I have two legs basically the same length! Whether it’s four, five, six, seven or eight months, it will still be worth it in the end.
So, I guess it’s not five months of struggle for fifty years of reward. But six months for sixty years works, too. Or I guess it could be seven months for seventy years. We’ll have to see. But hey, I could live to be 88 or 98, right?