Summer began around solstice time, with our 60th wedding anniversary celebration. This was held at our condo clubhouse, so no one’s home got stressed out—but I promise we will not plan a big whoop de doo for our 70th, as our hard working children and grandchildren went many extra miles with planning, serving, and cleaning up after the delightful June 22nd event.
Above, is a photo of Mr. and Mrs. Joe Been—gleaned from our daughter Debbie’s FACEBOOK page and taken a week ago beside Debbie and Rick’s pool. Although (fortunately) there are not 80 candles on the cake, that is how young I turned on August 8th, 2013. I think I am freaking out my family and friends by telling them that now I can start being eccentric. Predictably they are wondering, “Yikes, what’s next?”
In between these two family landmarks, I received my Reverse Total Shoulder Replacement. The six weeks mark was reached last Tuesday, and now I am able to hang up the sling and walk around with two arms free. It’s a treat to eat with my right hand again. (Actually I eat with spoons and forks, but they are held in my hand). I never did get graceful with the left, and I held my fork like it was a boat oar—very clutzy.
So now I’m watching the early morning mist form over our park, a characteristic of late summer. How can the days whirr by so fast? Constantly, I’m overwhelmed when I reflect on the blessings we enjoy every day and will never never take for granted! My recovery from surgery has been a gift from God worked out through the prayers and benevolence of family members and friends.
I’m thankful for Joe’s daily concern and assistance in so many ways—including weeks of enjoyable eating out together at our favorite restaurants. We began this two days after my surgery, along with resuming our rummaging adventures. (There is something so essentially wonderful about doing “normal” things after the trauma of rather radical surgery, with a 6 inch incision scar to prove it!)
I’m thankful for our daughter Laura’s visit from Washington State, starting on my surgery day. Laura helped me through those tentative first days when every move hurt and just getting washed, dressed, and groomed seemed like an insurmountable challenge. And for Debbie’s every ready concern—checking in on us, bringing good food, and scrubbing our floors. (Debbie knows how I love CLEAN!) I’m thankful for the phone calls, letters, companionship, and encouragement of many over the past weeks.
I’m eternally grateful for the medical expertise which made an effective shoulder prosthesis possible for me. The Reverse procedure is new within ten years in the USA. Twelve years ago there would have been no way to fix the considerable pain which is no longer there, thanks to amazing technology. The Standard replacement simply would not have addressed my issues. I’m thankful for a surgeon who performs this new procedure, as many orthopedic surgeons have not begun.
I’m thankful for the quiet hospital just minutes from our home—with private rooms for all patients, and plenty of comfortable space for one’s spouse to stay over night. I’m very grateful for the sweet young man, a Physical Therapist named Daniel, who encouraged me and helped me so much prior to my hospital discharge. His soft-spoken, gentle kindness—while showing me the only movements I would be allowed for weeks to come—has stuck with me as a stellar example of professional expertise at it’s most personal best.* There is nothing like quiet kindness to promote healing, and Daniel’s sensitivity has overcome any unpleasant or jarring memories I have had of my hospital experience. Thanks to him, I’ve been able to “do it right” from start to finish!
I’m thankful for my precious Pembroke Welsh corgi, Dylan. He never fails to make me smile. I am certain that he understands most of everything I say to him, although admittedly I don’t launch into a lot of meaty philosophical discussions with Baby Dylan.
And here are photos (also gleaned from Debbie’s FACEBOOK page) of some other precious individuals (great-grandchildren) who never fail to make me smile:
My cup runneth over!!!
*I obtained all of my medical records of proceedings from the day of my discharge from the hospital on 7/3/13. For a 90 pound person, I have a very strange body chemistry: I sleep like a well-fed puppy on caffeinated beverages, while narcotic pain medications (which plow most people under) make me “bright eyed and bushy tailed”—and, I fear, loquacious. So I was naturally curious as to my conversations and interchanges recorded by the medical personnel on discharge day, after I’d received 24 hours of morphine via IV.
Although I might have knocked Daniel over with my bright eyed and bushy tailed verbal input, he recorded me as “Doing very well”, “Able to verbalize movement precautions”, “Independent” in all listed categories, “No difficulty” in doing what needed to be done, and “Agreeable“. Using the word “Cooperative”, my surgeon recorded the same observations in his write-up of our 7/3/13 exchange.
I was overjoyed to discover that I behaved myself like the lady I always desire to be!
Margaret L. Been, 2013