I read the MRI report, so I know what he’ll say. No torn meniscus. ACL graft is intact. (Actually, he says he’s surprised at how great it looks after 15 years–back when he told me I, a 52-year-old woman, had the knees of a 20-year-old.) Extensive areas of cartilage loss. Extensive degenerative change. In other words, in my 67th birthday month, I discover I no longer have the knees of a 20-year-old.
So now what? Can you just go in and clean things up and make everything new?
“Nope,” he tells me. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to give you a shot of cortisone today, and we’ll see how long that gives you relief. Maybe we’ll end up giving you HA injections. (A friend of mine calls them “goop.”) You may be looking a knee replacement down the road.”
I feel my eyes fill as he goes on.
“Walking is good. You’ll probably find hills to be harder. Flat ground is better. No treadmill, especially on an incline. If you ride your bike, put the seat up high. A reclining stationary bike is good. Swimming is best. And try to avoid stairs.” (I climb up and down two flights of stairs several times a day in this old farmhouse.) My sister-in-law often talks about how regular exercise and lifting weights can make the difference between getting out of a chair–or not–as we grow older. Did I do this to myself?
Wait… did I just hear him order my husband to sell our house, build or buy a ranch, and install a pool?
My doctor hugs me and limps out of the exam room. He’s recovering from his second knee replacement. His wife’s picking him up to take him home for a nap before he goes to the hospital to see patients. He’s about ten years younger than I am. He calls his wife “the pretty lady in the long white coat.” She tells me her name is Gayle, and they both gush over and take pictures of the grand girl who’s come along for the ride.
Kolbie – 3 months
He never says it, but I know I need to shed a few pounds to reduce the pressure on my knees.
When you walk across level ground, the force on your knees is the equivalent of 1½ times your body weight. That means a 200-pound man will put 300 pounds of pressure on his knees with each step. Add an incline and the force is greater. The force on each knee is two to three times your body weight when you go up and down stairs, and four to five times your body weight when you squat to tie a shoelace or pick up an item you dropped. ~ Harvard Health Publications
I feel changes coming on.
And that includes this Still Saturday community. I remember when I had the vision for a group of us coming together weekly to center ourselves with a few lovely words and images. I was sitting at the end of my dining room table four years ago, right after my mother died. And it’s been beautiful meeting with you in the stillness, especially after a busy, and maybe chaotic, week.
But for several months I’ve sensed the need to release my hold on this linkup and entrust you all to another as I move into a new season–of what, I’m not sure yet. During my blog break, I felt that moving time is now.
I first met Lisha Epperson face-to-face beside the Frio River at Laity Lodge in Texas and was captured by her joy and ready smile. We met again in Nebraska at last year’s Jumping Tandem retreat where she unveiled her passion for God in dance. I’ve asked Lisha if she would be willing to enfold you into her #GiveMeGrace community as she so graciously accepted the Sunday Community from Deidra Riggs, of which many of you were also a part. After praying about it, she said yes! And I’m thrilled to be able to entrust you to her care.
photo by Brandee Shafer of Smooth Stones
Lisha writes: “Inspired by that verse [1 Samuel 1:18 AMP], we’ll christen our weekly gathering “Give Me Grace”. There’s grace for the beautiful, for the broken and jilted, there’s grace for the questions and grace for the silence. Even grace for a holy righteous anger…I want to hear that too. I hope you’ll step out of the boat with me, eyes on Christ, as we look for answers or resolve to make peace and just be.”
I believe it’ll be a good fit. And as Carol Burnett said at the end of every program, I’m so glad we’ve had this time together. As I continue to share words in this space, while I move into a new season of something, I hope you’ll continue to visit and subscribe to this blog if you haven’t. And maybe I’ll also see you over at Lisha’s.
I’m so happy to pass the mantle of this gathering to her. She stewards words well, and she loves well. She’s brushed off her welcome mat, and today she has her arms stretched out to you. So follow me over there to say hi and link up as always. She’s usually ready for you by 9ish Eastern time on Saturdays–but she’s ready early today.
Much love in the stillness,