Time to get back to due diligence on my list of "thankfuls."
89. Melted snow, by the end of March!
90. Fresh snow, at the beginning of April.
91. Soil, peat pots and seeds, doing their thing on my sunny windowsill.
92. Dreaming of green grass, delphiniums, sweet peas and stocks in July.
93. Tulips and daffodils in my garden, already!
94. A tree full of robins and chickadees.
95. Watching April make plans for living in an apartment next year. Such sweet grief, to see one's daughter grow into independence.
96. Taking a call from April today - she needed to know how full to inflate her car tires.
97. Back to the gym next week!
98. Easter coloured M&Ms.
99. SALTS - Benton is planning an amazing summer! (google it if you are curious!)
100. Apple TV. Yep. It's a good thing.
101. A friend who planned her morning around my physio needs.
102. Fresh flowers from another friend.
103. Time for daily hours in study and the Word.
104. Automatic laundry machines.
105. A friend who gave up her morning to sew me some stretchy pants that aren't black!
106. 90 degrees of bend.
107. Canada's health care system. (This may tick off some of my American friends, but I've gotta be honest! Our system has given me a new chance at walking that I would never have been able to afford in the States, even as a two income family.)
108. Yeast. (We made bread today - yeast is an amazing thing!)
109. Fresh bread. See #108.
110. Good Friday. The pivotal day of the calendar for me. Fresh beginnings, new chances.
111. My purple KitchenAid mixer. The perfect mix (ha) of sensible and frivolous.
112. The satisfaction of being able to do some work and serve my family again.
113. A quick note from a friend in California, complete with some photos of Benton at age 8. Gracious.
Speaking of Benton - and excellent medical care:
114. Quick service at the ER: xrays, consult, and back out the door in under 2 hours.
115. AND.... his collarbone is NOT broken. (Phew! Because if it had been, #99 would have been off the table!)
116. Benton is on Spring break, so he's around a lot. I do like that boy.
So very, very much to be thankful for. Open your eyes. See what is being said to you over and over... "I am here. I love you."
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
A bloggable day.
I was thrilled to get the go ahead to begin putting a little weight on my right leg, and just about as happy to be allowed a slight, 15 degree bend in that leg as well. 15 degrees doesn’t sound like much, but I’ve gotta tell you – it feels like such freedom!
I was reminded again about how amazing it is that I was even able to have this second surgery. Let me walk you through (see what I did there?) the story.
When my first knee surgeon, here in Calgary, discovered that my knee had not healed properly from the original injury and surgery, he was very discouraging about my chances of any further improvement. It “just happens” that the condition I’d ended up with happens to about 4% of patients, and he was not willing to try another repair, as the risk of complications was just too high.
It “just happens” that our next door neighbour is a physiotherapist, who “just happened” to have worked a bit with a surgeon in Banff, about an hour away from us. She thought that the soft tissue malformations in my knee would be just the sort of thing that would interest Dr. Hiemstra, this surgeon in Banff.
Dr. Hiemstra normally only sees patients that are athletes, or have been referred from Sports Medicine physicians. So, yeah, um, I’m not really in that demographic. My one major athletic feat was a single, freak home run in grade 7 or 8, other than that I’m always the last one picked for any team. I was referred to Dr. H by my family physician (not a Sports Med doctor) that sent off my letter and history “just in case”. I got a call back almost right away saying that Dr. Hiemstra was very interested in my knee and that she wanted to see me right away.
Turns out that Dr. H. is really interested in JUST the type of weird, uncommon problem that my patella was presenting with. And she was quite confident that she could fix me right up. Even though I’m not an athlete, I just have an interesting patella. (Aw, shucks..) Isn’t that cool that it “just happens” that she is so interested?
It gets better.
Fast forward a couple of months to a convention in the states, where my Dr. H was presenting a paper and “just happened” to sit beside a American colleague at lunch... who “just happened” to talk about a cool new procedure. One that he’s developed to fix just the sort of weird problem that I “just happen” to have. My doctor thought of me right away. (Aw, shucks!)
Perhaps it’s a good thing that I didn’t know BEFORE the surgery that she’s never done that particular procedure before – and as far as Steve and I can figure, it’s probably the first time that this procedure has been done in our neck of the woods. It DOES explain why so was so excited to do my surgery, and why she thanked me (I was pretty groggy, still on the bed in recovery) so enthusiastically for bringing her such a “cool” knee.
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There were sure a lot of things that “just happened” but I know better. As it happens – I am pretty happy about the state of my weird knee today. God is so comprehensive in His attention to detail – and so good. I see Him at work in everything to do with this. Of course, I do wish I hadn’t just happened to step on that little pebble in June 2010, but then I wouldn’t have learned so much.
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Next steps: physio starts next week, where I will begin work on rebuilding the strength in my knee, and begin working on the range of motion. In 4 weeks, we will be allowed to increase the bend in my brace - ever so gradually. In about 4 weeks, I’ll graduate to a cane from the crutches. In about 9 weeks, I can probably go back to work. It's going to be a long 9 weeks, but so very worth it.
I've go so many things to be thankful for, but I am totally exhausted. Maybe tomorrow...
Monday, February 13, 2012
PLEASE watch your step!
What a strange series of events. As you (likely) know – since virtually nobody except my friends, family and acquaintances read this – I’m currently at home in my recliner, recovering from a second knee surgery in as many years. It’s been an introspective time around here, and I’ve been pretty thankful for the opportunity to sit in solitude and enjoy the peace of my home as I take painkillers, have other people fetch and carry and cook for me, and catch up on reruns of “Castle” and “Once Upon A Time.” I think this phase is about to get old though, as I am now finished only TWO weeks of my leave and have 10 weeks to go before I am likely allowed to return to work. That’s not a problem for me to be concerned about today, though.
What I am concerned about today are all my hurting and injured friends. A couple of weeks ago, one friend had complications from a simple medical procedure and ended up having emergency surgery. Another friend slipped on a wet patch in her own bathroom and broke her arm. A friend in California is having surgery today to have a few stubborn kidney stones removed. Today I learned that my beloved friend Margie fell on a patch of ice yesterday and broke her shoulder and wrist.
My own original injury from 2010 was due to the tiniest pebble you’ve ever seen. One minute I was walking and bantering with my family, and the next was flat on the pavement and heading for 19 months (and counting!) of surgeries & rehab.
One minute, Carol was fine, the next minute down on the cold floor. One minute, Margie was striding along a chilly Saskatoon street, and the next minute... well, you get the idea.
And since life is all about ME, I am feeling so bad about not being able to pitch in and help these dear ones out when they need me. Thankfully there are many others around to pitch in instead.
So please say a little prayer for me and my friends. And, please, watch out for the little things, because you never know when they are going to knock you flat.
What I am concerned about today are all my hurting and injured friends. A couple of weeks ago, one friend had complications from a simple medical procedure and ended up having emergency surgery. Another friend slipped on a wet patch in her own bathroom and broke her arm. A friend in California is having surgery today to have a few stubborn kidney stones removed. Today I learned that my beloved friend Margie fell on a patch of ice yesterday and broke her shoulder and wrist.
My own original injury from 2010 was due to the tiniest pebble you’ve ever seen. One minute I was walking and bantering with my family, and the next was flat on the pavement and heading for 19 months (and counting!) of surgeries & rehab.
One minute, Carol was fine, the next minute down on the cold floor. One minute, Margie was striding along a chilly Saskatoon street, and the next minute... well, you get the idea.
And since life is all about ME, I am feeling so bad about not being able to pitch in and help these dear ones out when they need me. Thankfully there are many others around to pitch in instead.
So please say a little prayer for me and my friends. And, please, watch out for the little things, because you never know when they are going to knock you flat.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Something lovely for you to enjoy today.
I found this via Ann Voskamp's wonderful blog "Holy Experience." I love Van Gogh, and wonder what he would have thought about this century's technology and the way it enables artists in new, interactive ways. Enjoy!
http://vimeo.com/36466564
Friday, February 10, 2012
My new hobby. And my dog.
I needed a new hobby. One that I can do sitting down, of course, and one that doesn't cost anything or require any trips to Michael's. So.... I've jumped on the Instagram band wagon. Kinda fun - I can take mediocre photos on my phone and then make them look a little quirky. Then I can post them to the delight of readers family members near and far.
This is Beamer, who knows how to deal with a snowy February day. She's a warm little companion for me as I sit in my easy chair and play with Instagram. The only problem is that she startles and jumps down every time her furry brother Skittles barks at passing pedestrians. Or when he barks at the dogs in the backyard across the street. Or when he barks at the garbage truck, or...
After carefully investigating the source of the barking, and giving her valuable input, Beamer returns to the side of my chair and needs a lift back into the hollow of the chair, tucked right inside the blanket. Until...
What are you doing to fill your time on this winter's day? And, who is sharing your day?
Wednesday, February 08, 2012
On the inner tumoil of being "Purely Decorative"
My new morning routine is very, very different from my old one.
My old routine seems pretty typical for a family with two working parents: get up, feed kid, find lunchmoney/trombone/homework/permission form, say goodbye to kid leaving for bus, slap on some makeup, get dressed, kiss husband, leave for work a teeny bit late, and pray for green lights.
New routine – get up, take meds. (9 pills this morning, can you believe it?) Try to stay out of Steve’s way as he feeds kid, finds lunchmoney/trombone/homework/permission form. Call goodbye from my spot on the couch to kid leaving for bus. Thank Steve for bringing me coffee & breakfast. Move to easy chair. Thank Steve for refilling my ice machine (rehab ice therapy machine is my constant companion), for bringing me water and phone and iPad and meds for the day. Kiss Steve goodbye as he leaves for work a teeny bit late. Pray for green lights for him. Sit in quiet room and fill the hours with books, knitting, DVDs.
Much as I am NOT enjoying the discomfort (ok, it’s pain... I’m just trying to sound stoic about it) I think the worst thing is how useless I am. Steve is wonderful, and he tells me with a sweet kiss that I am purely decorative right now. He tells me that he loves to serve me, and I thank God for giving me this man with such a heart.
But, being this useless gets old very quickly. I can’t even put on my own shoes, or carry a glass of water over to the table, let alone run errands, or make my husband a latte, or feed my family. I thank God for Shirley and Kerry and Laura who have brought meals for us. I’m quite pathetically grateful for these women who have served our family. I’m also grateful to our kids who have had to pick up the slack and tend to so many other things than their normal responsibilities.
I honestly canNOT wait until I can be back up and in the kitchen again without being in the way. I already miss the independence of driving and running errands. I think it’s very normal that I feel guilty about requiring so much of those around me. And please don’t tell me to relax and “enjoy” being served by others. I KNOW about being served. I am blessed more than I can say by those who show their love by serving me. It’s not about enjoying it, it’s about accepting with gratitude the give of others sacrificing themselves for me.
The lesson I am learning – again – is that I must listen to the call to serve others as I have been served. Serving Steve is easy, because I love him and I see immediate benefits to bringing him lattes and making him meatloaf. I am seeing that I need to extend outside my own walls and serve my community in new and self-sacrificial ways. I know I do that already, sure, but not enough. Honestly, I only serve when it’s convenient. Or when I have time, or money. True service is when it’s inconvenient, and when I don’t have the time or money.
Our family is talking a lot these days about building and reinforcing our Church community, and what our role might look like. I want to inspire all 5 of us to sacrifice our comfort and our time to serve the body of Christ. We have some ideas. We’re planning to aim to invite people over for Sunday lunches, which means we’ll be sacrificing lazy afternoons, and I’ll be sacrificing my pride in revealing to others that our home actually looks lived in. I am planning to build up a stash of freezer meals so I can whip out a meal for someone who needs it at short notice. That’s what we’ve come up with so far, we’ll keep you posted. (And, if you are in the foyer at Bethany in weeks to come, you might get a random lunch invitation from the Bowens!)
For now, though, I’m useless. It’s bad. I hate it. I know it’s a short term problem. I am enjoying the chance to enjoy some quiet hours but I miss being functional. It’s not my season right now. Right now, I am purely decorative. And I am practicing being thankful.
Here’s today’s instalment as I aim to list 1000 things I am thankful for:
72. Homemade lemon pie in the fridge – thanks to our dear Kim.
73. Surviving a trip to Safeway to restock the fridge and cupboards.
74. April who drove us! (see #73)
75. Kim who cheerfully helped get supper on the table and cleaned up after #73.
76. Steve got up with me in the middle of the night and re-wrapped my knee and helped me try to get comfortable so I could sleep.
77. Phil Reinder’s great prayer book Seeking God’s Face
78. Exuberant orange tiger lilies in a bouquet from last week
79. I figured out a way to open the back door so I could let the dogs out without having to get up. (Hint: crutch as long range tool...)
80. The full moon last night that lit the sky even in the middle of the night.
81. A pretty blue and clear water bottle, and #82. The crystal clear water within it.
82. The volunteers at our school who are sacrificing their time, even now wrapping up hundreds of hot dogs that will be delivered to kids (and, shhhh, teachers!) who love Hot Dog days.
83. The student who sent me an email to tell me he was dog sitting for someone and that he wanted to tell me he actually liked taking care of said dog. No mention of cleaning up after same. ;-)
84. Our old clock that was Steve’s great-grandparents. Its peaceful ticking is a constant and soothing companion in our quiet house. We’re so glad it still runs after all these years and that even though it doesn’t keep great time, it still gives us much pleasure. (Hmm, might be a lesson for me in there.)
85. Yellow yarn
86. April’s new glasses with funky blue frames.
87. A great benefit plan that paid for #86
88. April’s wonderful attitude about having to get glasses at age 19.
Thanks for reading my ramblings,
Susan
My old routine seems pretty typical for a family with two working parents: get up, feed kid, find lunchmoney/trombone/homework/permission form, say goodbye to kid leaving for bus, slap on some makeup, get dressed, kiss husband, leave for work a teeny bit late, and pray for green lights.
New routine – get up, take meds. (9 pills this morning, can you believe it?) Try to stay out of Steve’s way as he feeds kid, finds lunchmoney/trombone/homework/permission form. Call goodbye from my spot on the couch to kid leaving for bus. Thank Steve for bringing me coffee & breakfast. Move to easy chair. Thank Steve for refilling my ice machine (rehab ice therapy machine is my constant companion), for bringing me water and phone and iPad and meds for the day. Kiss Steve goodbye as he leaves for work a teeny bit late. Pray for green lights for him. Sit in quiet room and fill the hours with books, knitting, DVDs.
Much as I am NOT enjoying the discomfort (ok, it’s pain... I’m just trying to sound stoic about it) I think the worst thing is how useless I am. Steve is wonderful, and he tells me with a sweet kiss that I am purely decorative right now. He tells me that he loves to serve me, and I thank God for giving me this man with such a heart.
But, being this useless gets old very quickly. I can’t even put on my own shoes, or carry a glass of water over to the table, let alone run errands, or make my husband a latte, or feed my family. I thank God for Shirley and Kerry and Laura who have brought meals for us. I’m quite pathetically grateful for these women who have served our family. I’m also grateful to our kids who have had to pick up the slack and tend to so many other things than their normal responsibilities.
I honestly canNOT wait until I can be back up and in the kitchen again without being in the way. I already miss the independence of driving and running errands. I think it’s very normal that I feel guilty about requiring so much of those around me. And please don’t tell me to relax and “enjoy” being served by others. I KNOW about being served. I am blessed more than I can say by those who show their love by serving me. It’s not about enjoying it, it’s about accepting with gratitude the give of others sacrificing themselves for me.
The lesson I am learning – again – is that I must listen to the call to serve others as I have been served. Serving Steve is easy, because I love him and I see immediate benefits to bringing him lattes and making him meatloaf. I am seeing that I need to extend outside my own walls and serve my community in new and self-sacrificial ways. I know I do that already, sure, but not enough. Honestly, I only serve when it’s convenient. Or when I have time, or money. True service is when it’s inconvenient, and when I don’t have the time or money.
Our family is talking a lot these days about building and reinforcing our Church community, and what our role might look like. I want to inspire all 5 of us to sacrifice our comfort and our time to serve the body of Christ. We have some ideas. We’re planning to aim to invite people over for Sunday lunches, which means we’ll be sacrificing lazy afternoons, and I’ll be sacrificing my pride in revealing to others that our home actually looks lived in. I am planning to build up a stash of freezer meals so I can whip out a meal for someone who needs it at short notice. That’s what we’ve come up with so far, we’ll keep you posted. (And, if you are in the foyer at Bethany in weeks to come, you might get a random lunch invitation from the Bowens!)
For now, though, I’m useless. It’s bad. I hate it. I know it’s a short term problem. I am enjoying the chance to enjoy some quiet hours but I miss being functional. It’s not my season right now. Right now, I am purely decorative. And I am practicing being thankful.
Here’s today’s instalment as I aim to list 1000 things I am thankful for:
72. Homemade lemon pie in the fridge – thanks to our dear Kim.
73. Surviving a trip to Safeway to restock the fridge and cupboards.
74. April who drove us! (see #73)
75. Kim who cheerfully helped get supper on the table and cleaned up after #73.
76. Steve got up with me in the middle of the night and re-wrapped my knee and helped me try to get comfortable so I could sleep.
77. Phil Reinder’s great prayer book Seeking God’s Face
78. Exuberant orange tiger lilies in a bouquet from last week
79. I figured out a way to open the back door so I could let the dogs out without having to get up. (Hint: crutch as long range tool...)
80. The full moon last night that lit the sky even in the middle of the night.
81. A pretty blue and clear water bottle, and #82. The crystal clear water within it.
82. The volunteers at our school who are sacrificing their time, even now wrapping up hundreds of hot dogs that will be delivered to kids (and, shhhh, teachers!) who love Hot Dog days.
83. The student who sent me an email to tell me he was dog sitting for someone and that he wanted to tell me he actually liked taking care of said dog. No mention of cleaning up after same. ;-)
84. Our old clock that was Steve’s great-grandparents. Its peaceful ticking is a constant and soothing companion in our quiet house. We’re so glad it still runs after all these years and that even though it doesn’t keep great time, it still gives us much pleasure. (Hmm, might be a lesson for me in there.)
85. Yellow yarn
86. April’s new glasses with funky blue frames.
87. A great benefit plan that paid for #86
88. April’s wonderful attitude about having to get glasses at age 19.
Thanks for reading my ramblings,
Susan
Monday, February 06, 2012
More blessings on this snowy Monday.
More to be thankful for today:
62. A 15 year old son who willingly and cheerfully learns to do his own laundry. AND THEN HE DOES IT!!
63. Fresh snow - just a skiff. I love watching it fall in the dark: tiny points of light hurrying to rest on the old snow below.
64. Potted roses from my inlaws. Trudy was definite that she wanted to get a plant that doesn't look beautiful just yet, so that I could have the pleasure of watching the buds open and be glorious in their tiny, sweet way.
65. Supper (provided by Laura) in the crockpot already. Another day that we won't starve!
66. Lavendar soap.
67. Donair pizza from Domino's. Sweet & spicy, yum.
68. Digestive cookies. Where have you been all this time? I haven't had any for years and years, then a nurse brought them to me in the hospital and they were THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER EATEN. No lie. Well, maybe a bit of hyperbole.
69. Steve changed my dressing last night and left the bandages open for a few minutes so I could scratch. Bliss. No lie. Not even hyperbole.
70. My old scar was really ugly, and my surgeon this time cut away a lot of the old scar tissue so I have a fresh, smaller incision. My knee still looks like a railway switching yard, but it'll be a bit better, and I am grateful.
71. Time to rest. I am already bored, after only one week (of up to 12) off. But - honestly I am so thankful that I can lie back and catch my breath for awhile.
Blessed,
Susan
62. A 15 year old son who willingly and cheerfully learns to do his own laundry. AND THEN HE DOES IT!!
63. Fresh snow - just a skiff. I love watching it fall in the dark: tiny points of light hurrying to rest on the old snow below.
64. Potted roses from my inlaws. Trudy was definite that she wanted to get a plant that doesn't look beautiful just yet, so that I could have the pleasure of watching the buds open and be glorious in their tiny, sweet way.
65. Supper (provided by Laura) in the crockpot already. Another day that we won't starve!
66. Lavendar soap.
67. Donair pizza from Domino's. Sweet & spicy, yum.
68. Digestive cookies. Where have you been all this time? I haven't had any for years and years, then a nurse brought them to me in the hospital and they were THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER EATEN. No lie. Well, maybe a bit of hyperbole.
69. Steve changed my dressing last night and left the bandages open for a few minutes so I could scratch. Bliss. No lie. Not even hyperbole.
70. My old scar was really ugly, and my surgeon this time cut away a lot of the old scar tissue so I have a fresh, smaller incision. My knee still looks like a railway switching yard, but it'll be a bit better, and I am grateful.
71. Time to rest. I am already bored, after only one week (of up to 12) off. But - honestly I am so thankful that I can lie back and catch my breath for awhile.
Blessed,
Susan
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