Last night I thought the title of this post would be: “Dying is Easy” yet with a new sunny day here at Swallowtail Cottage, I have a rested opinion.
Life is full of challenges. Sometimes minute-by-minute trials invade. Some trials last for years!
We can decide to deal, or to yield. To date, I have always chosen to deal. The last three years were the most challenging of all time. It was not COVID, although that drama was like living in the Twilight Zone, it was increased demand on my business. It seemed everyone wanted comfort food, and I took the challenge, doubling my production in a week’s time. This lasted for two years. The result was acute osteoarthritis presenting in both hips. Living with chronic pain is exhausting, yet I pushed on. Many days I thought my life was near its end. I fantasized about being non-physical.
After countless medical interventions over two years…injections, nerve ablations (a medieval process) and PT, I was out of options. I was faced with total hip replacement. The choices took center stage, and I interviewed six orthopedic surgeons, finally choosing a local surgeon who specializes in both anterior hip and knee replacements. My first hip surgery was scheduled for October 24, 2022.
At some point, one must yield to the challenge and just let go. That is what I felt the day of surgery. One must trust the system, right? Hospital staff poked and prodded me for four hours in the pre-op area. By hour four I nearly had a panic attack. That feeling promptly vanished as I was rolled into the OR and received the magical liquids through my IV. 1.5 hours later, I was a changed woman. After an overnight stay in hospital I was sent home to recover. For the first week I thought I had been hit by a train. While unconcious, my body was torqued this way and that and I was SORE! Five days later, I stopped the narcotic.
The next twenty-five days were a blur, as I coped with every move, first using a walker, then graduating to a cane. The hospital system sent a professional PT person to my home twice per week for four weeks. I could not have managed without her. She had personal experience with joint replacement, as both her knees and one hip were replaced by my surgeon. She kept me on track and encouraged my every progression. I was on my own for meals and personal care the rest of the time, and PT reminded me that this sped up my recovery.
The surgical result was so life affirming (NO more pain in the operative hip!), I decided to have the left hip replaced ASAP rather than waiting one year. 100 days following my first surgery, with the luck of a surgical cancellation, I was headed back to the OR. Both surgeries were very different. The first surgery took 1.5 hours, while the second took one hour flat! This was February 6, 2023. The same PT person came to me the day after I returned home, and while there were different issues, I was ahead of recovery schedule. By March 5, I mowed my 3000 SF of turf, which required bagging, since it had not been mowed since October.
Life goes on, and spring is here with all her glory. The dozens of garden daffodils provided appreciated arrangements for my caregivers. The peony buds survived three successive hard April frosts, and I hope to cheer those I know with fragrant bouquets during May.
Officially retired, I now have a new lease on this life. No more thoughts of taking a long walk off a short pier. Recently, having reviewed the costs of these surgeries, I now have the nickname of Ferrari…as each hip cost 50K. So what is my next chapter?
With recent news of the Bard Chat Bot, and Deep Mind AI, I hope to live to see much of this play out.
Life gets more interesting, yes?
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