It had been the first Saturday in months that my husband did not have to work. The July weather was glorious and so we decided to take a little day trip to southern Minnesota. We took a scenic drive to a sleepy little town whose downtown is on the National Register of Historic Places and had breakfast at an old schoolhouse which had been converted into a restaurant. Then we took a winding road south through the beautiful bluffs and escaped the heat of the day exploring an underground cavern.
I wasn't surprised to be a bit stiff the next morning. To say that I am out of shape would be an understatement and I typically do not spend my days navigating subterranean passages and stairways. On the other hand, our adventure did not seem to had any negative impact on my husband. Oh well, nothing was pressing so I decided that I would have to suffer and endure a day of rest curled up with a good book and a few treats, like chocolate to strengthen me during my recovery. I was fine the following day but my husband came home that night limping.
With my mind on my prior sufferings, I was certain that it was just a delayed reaction the strenuous activity we had endured the other day. He stared at me for a moment like he had never heard of such a thing before. Strenuous activity? Did I mean that little walk we took underground the other day? Well uh... yes. He opened his mouth, thought better of it and went off to ice his knee while I went in search of something to take his mind off the pain, like chocolate. I am unshaken in my belief that the world would be a much better place if we simply consumed more chocolate. I mean who can be angry while they are munching on chocolate?
The next day, my husband was still limping. Hmm, I must confess that I started to gloat a tiny bit. My limp as well as my stiffness was gone. The following day, I felt a bit concerned because although he had seemed fine in the morning, he was clearly limping that night. He had off to the after-hours clinic to get checked out. He came home with care instructions and was told that if it didn't clear up in seven days, he was to return. He returned.
Unlike me, my husband is rarely ever sick. During the time we have been married (34 years), he has managed to hurt his ankle and break his arm while working but when you consider that his job is extremely physical, it is amazing that is all he has done. My husband and I know how to deal with things when I am sick or injured but when he is, well, we are at a loss.
An MRI revealed that while his kneecap itself was fine, he had managed to tear a bit of cartilage while working and that was what was causing him to limp. It was a very small tear but it was enough to throw his entire body out of kilter and there was only one thing to be done. Left to itself, it would not heal. It could, in fact, become worse and cause more problems. The only solution was to go in a surgically trim the cartilage so that it was smooth again.
His surgery had originally been scheduled for September 3rd had been cancelled due to his doctor being called away on a family emergency. A new date was set for today.
My husband was not looking forward to the surgery nor is he looking forward to dealing with the pain that follows. However, he hated the state of his knee even more. He wanted to be made whole again and if it took surgery and healing for that to happen, then so be it. He felt that it was worth it and so do I.
It is easy for us to focus on the big issues we have in our lives but we must not overlook the little things as well. Spiritually, do we have a bit of torn cartilage that is hindering us from functioning well? oh we might be functioning but are we functioning well? If not, we need to submit ourselves to the Holy Spirit and let Him do a bit of surgery in our lives. It might be uncomfortable and even hurt for a season but it is worth it. When He has finished cutting away the old and smoothing out all the ridges in our lives, we will be amazed at how much better we function and how much more we can do.
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So very pleased to hear surgery went off without a hitch, and in much shorter time than expected! Yay God!
Glad all went well and please let Dave know he is in my prayers and that he should "enjoy" the time off. Seriously, I am thrilled all went so well and the prognosis is so good.
A wonderfully written account of a memorable day!
("I mean who can be angry while they are munching on chocolate?") ~ True!
And I'm so very glad that his surgery and all went well. God is SO good!
The day and the surgery both going so well ... what a blessing.
This morning he is up and moving around more. We live in a multi-level house which means the main floor only consists of the foyer, kitchen and dining room whereas the bedrooms, bathrooms, living room and family room are either upstairs or downstairs from that. This translates to pretty much needing to go up or down the stairs. It is a split staircase so there are only seven or eight steps but it is still stairs. He has been up and down the stairs several times this morning and says that going up is no problem though going down is presenting more of a challenge and he is glad that there is a very large firm and solid railing for him to hang onto.