I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say that just before Christmas I tripped and fell, hard, and fractured a bone in my knee. So for the past six weeks the wheelchair has become my new best friend.
The good news is that it was a small fracture and the bone was not displaced. But my oh my, how it hurt! I am sorry if I sound like a big baby, but this is the first time in my 70+ years that I have broken a bone, so it was all new to me.
The other very good news is that the bone has healed now enough for me to start putting my full weight again on that leg. I cannot tell you how much a person's life can change when they must manage to get around on one leg only!! Thus, the wheelchair. They tried to have me use crutches instead, but it was quite impossible! I had to stress that I am an old lady, and I would surely fall down if I tried those horribly unstable crutches.
And so, as of today, I can leave the wheelchair and begin walking on both feet, using a walker. I am told it will be another six weeks before I am comfortable enough and strong enough to try using just a cane, and then sometime after that finally get back to true independence.
I am so grateful for everyone's prayers (having shared this on Instagram weeks ago), and that the fracture was not a horrible one with shattered bones, requiring surgery (yikes!).
This is one way to practice patience, and obedience to the doctors' instructions, and learning to ask for help with the simplest things, and gaining even more appreciation for my husband who has had to take over many tasks around here all by himself for a while.
It's all good.
