Exactly one year ago today I had total hip replacement surgery on my right hip. After years of being in pain, pretty darn debilitating pain, and limited ability to do the things I love to do - skiing, hiking, biking, yoga, dancing (oh yeah!), camping/rafting and even walking, & after much pondering (procrastination?), I finally decided it was time. Time to fix my worn out hip that was bone-on-bone and had no more cushy ligaments or cartilage left, the result of 15 years of teaching high-impact aerobics (many using heavy hands) and years of power-hiking up and running down the vertically challenging Boulder trails like Mt. Sanitas and Royal Arch.
On January 29, 2014 I was anxiously ready for the installation of my new hip. I arrived at the hospital, sans makeup (but with freshly blow-dried hair, of course, since straight and glamorous bed-head is way better than crazy, curly, frizzy bed-head), slid into my comfy little hospital gown, put on my cool "hospital socks" (you know with the sticky stuff on the bottom so you're safe and warm on the frigid hospital floors), removed my wedding ring while gazing into to my handsome hubby's eyes, and lastly, took a very deep breath before they rolled me down corridor after corridor and away to the operating room (though the anesthesia kicked in pretty quick and I only remember about 5 feet of one corridor). There's no doubt about it, I was feeling extremely nervous and very scared not only for the surgery, but also fear of just being in a hospital. I have never been a fan of hospitals. I get a lump in my throat just walking down the halls because unless someone is having a baby (yay!), typically there's a problem that needs to be fixed or things are not going well for the someone I'm visiting (boo). I apologize, I digressed.
Fast forward to today, January 29, 2015, and I'm feeling pretty blessed and happy. The result of my surgery turned out quite well and I survived my stay in the hospital (other than the fact that I don't do well on narcotics & my low blood pressure caused me to stay an extra day). So once again I am able to walk pain-free, am enjoying the magic and beauty of Boulder's trails and Colorado's fantastic skiing, and much more. What's ironic about last year is that Greg, Callie and I experienced one of the busiest and most awesome travel and adventure years we've ever had despite my constraints. Why? Maybe the universe (or Greg, same thing) knew I needed things to look forward to to motivate me. We were lucky enough to adventure to not only Colorado's beautiful mountain towns including Steamboat Springs (several times), Vail and Aspen, but also to Las Vegas (disclaimer: for a conference), Yelapa in Mexico, South Africa and Zimbabwe. Woo hoo!
Ok, so back on track and the real reason for this post - to thank my wonderful friends and family who have helped me in so many ways during the past year with my post-surgery recovery. I am so grateful for the many blessings and generosity I received including enthusiastic encouragement, emotional and physical support (driving me important places like doctor appointments and shopping, pushing me around ... in a wheel chair, waiting on me, helping with household chores (with the exception of Callie, of course), bringing us SUPER yummy meals and treats, lending me books, walking our dogs, and so much more. From the bottom of my heart, thank you!!!
"Yes, I get by with a little help from my friends."