My blog friend, Christine, sends me the wish that my surgery will go not just right, but AWESOMELY right. I am grateful for that wish, because it’s very easy to second-guess this decision and worry about the outcome.
I fully expect a positive outcome. Yes, it’s major surgery, and major things can and do go wrong. But they won’t; I’m truly confident about that. I fully expect that I will be reporting euphorically about the absence of a certain grating pain that I have come to accept as normal. I am expecting that certain other aches and pains in the same general locale will abate as well. I am anticipating that I can enjoy the simple act of taking a walk and not worrying about where I can sit down and give my hip a rest along the way.
The last time I went to Disneyworld was a few years ago, with my daughter. I loved Disneyworld through the eyes of my children as they were growing up; I loved it just as much sharing it with a grown-up version of one of those children. But by the third day of non-stop negotiating of the various theme parks, my hip rebelled. In order to do a behind-the-scenes tour at Epcot, Becca had to push me in a wheelchair. On the fourth day, I rented one of those nifty mobility scooters. Actually, it was fun and I think my daughter was totally jealous. But I would much rather get around on my own two feet.
The next time I go to Disneyworld, I’d love it to be with one or more of my grandchildren. I want one of the awesome outcomes of this surgery to be the ability to keep pace with them, and enjoy every moment. I fully expect that to happen.
But the most awesome outcome…the very best outcome possible…is that I could return to a level of dancing that I once enjoyed. There are probably a few readers of this blog who knew me once upon a time when dancing was my passion. This is before I retired. My life was work all day being an English teacher, and play all night being a dancer. Really. Ballroom, swing, country two-step, a smidgen of Latin, a dollop of Cajun, lots and lots and lots of contra. Most especially contra. (If you don’t know what contra dancing is, check out this video. Or this. Or this . Total fun.)
I especially enjoyed traveling to dance weekends, or the occasional full week dance camp. My daydream was to retire and travel the world, one dance camp to the next. But by the time I retired, my hip had already started to sideline me. I was spending more time sitting out and knitting, instead of dancing. (Knitter readers: this is not to say that knitting is a second-best activity. To everything there is a time….and there is time for both!) It has been so gradual; I don’t even know when I realized that pain overrode pleasure, and dancing was no longer much fun.
So the awesome outcome that I hope for includes a return to an enjoyable level of dancing. I no longer aspire to go out dancing five nights a week. I don’t have to dance every dance. I can live without double-twirls all the way up and down the line. But the simple pleasure of getting lost in a dance trance to the wonderful spirited music of a good contra band….if I could again experience this….I would be very grateful.
There’s a moral to this story. Never take your cartilage for granted!