Under the knife

Something happened for the first time today...something that has never happened before. I scheduled a surgery to rebuild my shoulder. Yes, this is my first time under the knife. Am I scared? Not really...I think I'm most afraid of all the rehab I'll have post-op, but I'm even more afraid of dislocating my shoulder again. This surgery will minimize those chances.

Its an odd thing to hear that you are broken and in need of fixing, and usually I hear it in the context of my soul or the state of the world...not in such a physical way as my anterior something-or-other tendon is completely torn and won't heal without intervention.

So, intervention is happening...faster then I expected, but that means I'll be on the road to recovery sooner. And what a road it'll be...but we'll make that turn after Tuesday. Until then, I continue to look to the Lord for peace, which he's granted, and for help...and for just a second, let me say that help showed up in the form of my dear sister who helped cut my clothes off in the emergency room, dressed me for two days when my arms couldn't move, has driven me to every doctors appointment this week, and has made me laugh, even when I was crying. Connie, you are like rain in late July...

Tuesday morning will be a long one friends, as they cut into my wee shoulder to fix all that is broken...its not all that needs fixing, but its a definite step in the right direction. Perhaps this experience will not be unlike being under the knife of the Lord...painful at first, but always leading to greater adventure (and makes for one heck of a story). One can only hope, right?