Today is the day. The end of a chapter: eighteen
months and seven days ago the nearly five hour reconstructive knee surgery that
followed my nasty biking accident was topped off with a metal plate and six
screws into my shin to help keep everything together. Well, today at 4pm,
that metal is coming out! Free at last!
And how could I forget the lovely cadaver bone that was graphed into my tibia as well that day. Lucky for me, that person's contribution stays forever and has done a bang up job!
I am experiencing feelings of confidence, anticipation, relief, a (near) sense of accomplishment, joy... and then there is shame, embarrassment, fear, anxiety, and sadness too. It's all wrapped in one pretty, psychedelic bow.
Mom and Alon will be with me today for what is a very routine procedure. I know I have worked through most of my trauma from the accident, but at some point I'm sure "everything" will come through me like one big rush down a class five rapid. I'll even be at work for a few hours till my blood sugar crashes altogether and I start rolling heads. At that time, I will politely go and continue to starve myself elsewhere till I am needed at the surgical center.
I am filled with so much love and gratitude to all those who have supported me, loved me, heard my story time and again, walked through the muck, brought rays of sunshine to my most trying days, and sent all sorts of encouragement and positive vibrations. I would not be where I am today with each and every one of you!
