These last few weeks have been busy! Between moving, spending time with my family, and taking classes, the days seem to fly by! It is already the middle of July. Before we know it, summer will be winding down and fall will be here.
A short time before I broke my leg, I took a few photography classes and enjoyed learning about the art of photography. I wish I knew more about it. Maybe there will be more photography classes in my future….
This picture was taken in the fall a few years back, during my “flower” period. I just love it! I find flowers to be so beautiful.
Many times while I was in the hospital, several people sent or came in with flowers and it always made my heart happy. Even a former coworker who I hadn’t seen in years came to visit me with flowers! (Thanks, Danny!)
It’s funny how small things like flowers can change your mood, make you smile, and brighten your day.
When I was younger, I thought I would own a flower shop because I thought it would be a great job to have! Delivering flowers to people and watching the expressions on their faces and how happy it made them seemed like the perfect job. Of course, not every flower delivery is for a happy occasion, but still, I thought it would be awesome. Obviously, I did not open a flower shop!
Perhaps if we had more flowers in our lives, there would be a little more kindness everywhere.
I had my aspiration done yesterday, and now we wait for the results. If there is no bacteria or infection in the hip and femur, we move forward with the big surgery!
It is almost here, my friends – the surgery I know I need, but the one that was always somewhere off in the distance. Some days I wonder how I managed to endure all of this time being in a constant state of discomfort, filled with nights of not sleeping and throbbing pain.
The reality is that we all manage with what is handed to us. We reach deep inside us and find the strength and courage to go on. What choice do we really have?
Life is not always filled with beautiful bouquets of flowers. Some days are long and difficult. You go to bed some nights and pray the next day will be better. More peaceful. Less painful. Hopefully the next day is better.
For some reason, I have always remembered dates – I mean, seriously, dates seem to stick with me for some reason. My friends joke about it. When I think back on certain events during this process, such as breaking my leg on March 22, 2014, fracturing my hip and the femur collapsing on April 22, 2015, or the very involved flap and emergency surgery on June 22, 2015, I find it amazing how quickly time goes by. I look back and think, I survived that event. It was painful, but I survived.
I will go into this next surgery with the same positive attitude and know that while it is going to be painful, I will be able to look back and say, I survived!
This whole journey was worth it. Twenty-one surgeries later and I hope to come out of this walking again in the future. I won’t ever give up because I am a fighter and a survivor.
Whatever you are dealing with in your life, just remember that you can get through it. Tomorrow is a new day filled with new possibilities. Stay strong and never give up!
Until next time, be well and go out and do a random act of kindness.
Photo – my own.