I know you usually expect poetry from me, but I feel this post needs to be more complete than I could do it in a poem.
First, I want to thank everyone who has prayed for me this past year, and also those who sent me cards. I will treasure them. I realized while looking over them yesterday how long ago it is since I have sent a real card via the “mailman”, and how much more peersonal they are than when you get one via the internet. I will have to change my ways.
I found out at the end of 2011 that I had something seriously wrong with me as I came down with pneumonia and then chronic bronchitis, but became very anemic. I was so ill, they couldn't do tests they needed to until June. At that time, it was discovered I had colon cancer. A cancer I had feared as it is the one that took my husband's life. It was in exactly the same place as well. As you know, if you read my recovery poem, all went well for me, I had a short stay in the hospital and in about a month felt a lot like myself,but anemic again. I had started to write the Genre Shorties. Having fun. My birthday,Novembmer 1, was my 86th, and I was feeling very well.
Billy and Christine, his significant other, wanted to take me out to dinner, and I had a coupon for Charlie Browns and we went about seven o'clock. I had some kind of chicken, and ate half of it, as usual, and had them bag the rest for the next day. About ten feet out of the restaurant door, I lost my balance completely, a left over from Menier's disease I had when I was 47 years old. I went sideways and couldn't stop myself, Billy tried to catch me but I was down in seconds,.
I have fallen many times and always gotten up but this time I was in such terrible pain I couldn't even think. I know I was screaming which is not at all like me, but by the time the ambulance got there, I was wishing I would pass out or something. It was only minutes but seemed like hours.
My right foot had caught under my left calf, and I couldn't move it, needless to say, they did, and then the x-rays, etc., seemed endless. I thought I had broken my hip but the ER nurse told me I wasn't that lucky, I had a spiral fracture of the right femur. I was supposed to have surgery the next day but scheduling got in the way so on the third, I had a four hour surgery which required my fractured bone to be fitted with some kind of rod, with wires and cables. The surgeon who was young and cute, took pictures of before and after and showed them to me. I found out later, he had only been in practice for three months and had done thirty other surgeries. I smiled and felt lucky:)
Of course I had to go to rehab which is a whole other story which I willwrite about , probably in a poem , I said it was going to be called To Hell and back. I have been to see the surgeon twice by ambulette, and am scheduled to go on the second, if the snow here stops. For the first month I could only use my right foot to toe touch with a walker, after that, I could use the toe and the ball of my foot, where I am now. I am getting stronger, and needing less pain medication. I am hoping he will tell me on Tuesday that I can try using my whole foot for weight, even with the walker. I can't go up or down stairs now, but hoping that wil change too.
Billy has been taking very good care of me, I know he will be happy when I can do more for myself.
So that is where I am right now. Had a great Christmas, my sons got together, hired that abulette again and their families met us at a restaurant on Thursday. All went great. Family is everything, it is what keeps us going and what makes our hearts smile. As an aside, on the 10th of December and the 13th of December, I had two more great grandchildren, Liam a boy, son of Marks' daughter, Pamela, and Marybella Shwan , daughter of Darrens' daughter, Elsie.
And so it grows, Bill, look what we started.