How lovely to have newly-sprung tulips and daffodils in the yard! From where I sit in my reading chair in the living room I can see this clump of "good news." I am now three weeks out from my second knee replacement, which has gone much better than my first one. Spring is definitely a better time to have a surgery which requires such a long recovery period. It's a lot more fun to head deeper into spring than it is to head deeper into winter, as I did with my first knee replacement last fall.
Some days we go through all the different spring weather options in one day! Fog and overcast skies in the morning, sunny at noon, rain and thunder showers in the afternoon, and then the sun comes out again, and everywhere around our house peace is restored, and the tulips open up again. Watching this all happen feels like the first two weeks home from a total knee replacement; one's spirits tumble and bloom and fold and collapse and then return to optimism all in one day. It seems that one will never reach an even keel again, because TKP is a pretty gnarly business the first 2-3 weeks.
By the third week, The Knee has been bent and straightened and iced enough times by your patient physical therapist that it has ceased to ache so much. You can cheat at home and not use your walker all the time, and maybe lighten up on the drugs. I have learned that every knee is different, even on the same person! My first TKR was hard, pretty painful, and I thought I would never come round right again. However, this one has been fairly simple and straight-forward, making it possible to maintain a certain level of optimism and excitement that a long journey will be over soon, maybe by the end of May!
Yesterday Mr. Bill and I did something we have not been able to do for a long time; we sat together and planned three different camping trips for June, July, and August--in the forests, on a lake, and along the northern Pacific coast highway. Oh, to the wild open road and new adventures! We will take our teeny tiny little 13' Scamp trailer and head out for the places where the wildflowers grow and the azure blue waves of the Pacific throw themselves against the rocks far below the place where we are standing. And what shall I bring to such precious adventures? I shall bring my wonderful new knees, which I have worked so hard for and which I am quite certain will change my way of moving through the world, both in the city and in the wood. When all is said and done it will have taken ten months--quite a long project, from September 28, 2014 to July, 2015. I feel a profound gratitude toward all my friends and family, and to all the medical angels who saw me through this journey.....especially my dear Mr. Bill, who has been the soul of great kindness, gentleness, and patience.
In the Sioux language, the word "wohilo" means: "I am grateful." So, yes, "wohilo." And yet again: "wohilo." To any of my readers who are facing their own difficult challenges, I send you my best wishes and may Blessings be upon Thee.