reminders
Posted by Sherry on May 5, 2007
Just about everything reminds me of a year ago. I just came in from pulling the same weeds I pulled the morning of the afternoon we crashed on our bike. As I drive past the old hospital I “hear” Quinn’s gentle voice, “Mom, breathe. Mom, breathe!” as I woke from the surgery to repair my broken ankle. Mauri often wears the orange windbreaker he wore that day, now holey from the road skids. I look to my right here on the loveseat in the cookin’ room where I spent many hours with my left foot elevated and I see the African violet I’ve managed to keep alive since a friend brought it over to cheer me. I look at my still-swollen, tender, and unpredictable ankle and wonder if it will ever be normal again. I’ve patiently waited out the year my foot doc told me it might take for the soft tissue to repair itself. I just passed that benchmark and now it’s time to gear up for the dreaded fitness therapy I’ve procrastinated. I put it off for two reasons: money and commitment. We have enough money; that isn’t the problem. It’s related to the commitment struggle. If I think about it from the right angle, I can make the two work in my favor: I shell out big bucks, which makes me more likely to stick to the regimen. I’ve already had my initial consultation and next week I will dig in. I can be disciplined when I want to be. I guess I’d better want to be.
I pray for you strength muscle, bone and all things fleshy around your ankle, and a positive mindset which can so greatly affect the body’s ability to heal and the mind’s ability to persevere.