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Wednesday, July 24, 2024

Heffalumps

We're weird. There. I said it. It's true, really. We are. 

We're old and our knees are wearing out. We can't do all the things we used to do when we were younger and that includes long, strenuous hikes. So we've settled. Instead of walking for hours and hours up and over mountainous terrain, we walk in a local cemetery. See, I told you we were weird!

The cemetery is always peaceful, the paths are paved, and the steepest grade is about 5 percent. It's an low impact workout which we enjoy daily. 

As we pass by the various headstones, we take time to read their names and other information that may be engraved on their stones. We wonder about their lives. 

Many of the grave sites have trinkets placed on or around them. Most of them have flowers of some sort - most plastic. All of these are evidence of someone's love and concern. We learn a lot by observing the items. For example, a grave with many Tonka trucks spread around it tell us the deceased was a boy child while a collection of ceramic angels tells us that person must have longed for heaven or had someone wishing angels would guard over and protect their loved one. But there's one marble bench at the corner of the lot with 2 little heffalumps on it. (If you've watched or read Winnie the Pooh, you know I'm talking about elephants here.)

The first time we saw the little figurines, I had to stop.They were different than any other trinkets in the cemetery. I stood looking at them for a long time wondering about their significance. Since it was a single grave, I assumed the remaining spouse or relative had placed the items there, possibly to mark a memory, hope, or dream. 

The writer's mind in me began to dream up a story that involved a long awaited and well saved for trip to Africa on which the deceased had planned to take a 2 day safari. I conjured up every detail, even conversations, and tucked them away for safe keeping. One day, I may write a children's book about the importance of seeing dreams come to fruition, but I digress. 

After I'd stood staring at the little elephants for some time, I felt hubby's tug on my hand. "Let's keep going," he said. As we started up the hill, a feeling of sadness filled my heart. The sadness wasn't for me, it was for the remaining spouse. How difficult his/her life must be without their mate. That's when I remembered watching a National Geographic show many, many years ago about elephants. I believe they said elephants mate for life and if that's true, perhaps that's part of the significance of the little statues on the bench. 

In the zoo, I've always enjoyed watching elephants. They're so large and seem so gentle, especially when they entwine trunks with a nearby animal in a way that seems affectionate. But watching them in movies or in TV shows, they're also very powerful, dangerous animals when they charge in defense of their babies. They're complex animals, for sure. How could something so huge live off of grass? 

I've had a soft spot for elephants all my life. I think it started when I saw a show about poachers mutilating elephants for their tusks. Another movie showed how people in other countries chain the animals by a leg to keep them at the ready for tedious labor. Those shows infuriated me. Animal cruelty is one of my biggest pet peeves (pun intended.)

I'm sure several people pass the little elephant statues on a daily basis. I'm glad no one has disturbed or taken them. I'll probably never know the story behind them, but whatever it is, I'm sure it's special. 

I wonder what someone would place on my grave? Would it be something that represented a special memory or perhaps something I'd given them as a gift? It really won't matter to me, because I'll be long gone, but to the loved one, left behind, it will mean something significant. 

Life is fleeting. The Bible says we're like a vapor, here today and gone tomorrow, and it's true. Thankfully, I know where I'll spend eternity and it sure won't be a hole in the ground. Nope! I'll be walking streets of gold conversing with my Savior. I'll be continually filled with joy and spend my seconds, minutes, and hours praising Him. 

It's sad to think about death and the finality of it, but as believers, we should long for it because it's a departure from all the sin and sorrow here on Earth. It's a promotion to glory, an immersion into constant peace and tranquility forever and ever and ever where the love of Christ will permeate our being. I am so ready for that! 

Heffalumps. Yep. Those 2 little guys impacted me. What will impact you today? Will you pass by the small things or will you stop and take them in? I hope you stop, even if just for a few minutes. Life is short, very, very short. Be sure and think about that, too. None of us are promised tomorrow. The older I get, the more I realize the truth of that statement. Each day I wake up is a blessing and I plan on using mine well.
 

Tuesday, February 2, 2021

We take a lot for granted

 

The Don Joy Off Loading Knee Brace

Yesterday, I went to the orthopedic surgeon for the results of my recent MRI. 

I was hesitant to hear what he had to say and speculated the worst - knee replacement surgery, but thankfully, that's not in the cards just yet. 

He did say I have a lateral meniscus tear, two subchondral pseudocysts, and severe arthritis. After giving me that news, he left the room, a nurse entered and drew up a syringe with Cortisone. I watched as she carefully laid out the bandages, a numbing spray, the long needled syringe, and some antiseptic wipes. As she left the room, I turned to my husband and grimaced. 

I'd had a cortisone injection in my ankle joint last year. It was extremely painful. I wasn't looking forward to another injection but knew it was coming. 

About five minutes later, the doctor came back into the room and had me sit on the exam table, pants rolled up, as he lifted the needle. "Just imagine yourself sitting on a dock dangling your feet over the edge of the water..." And then he jabbed me! Oh, gravy!!! The numbing spray helped some but there was intense pressure and pain. 

A couple of minutes later, he was done and ordering the nurse to take me over to the physical therapy department to be fitted with an off loading knee brace. He said we'd see how I did over the next 6 weeks and if I wasn't much better when I came back, he'd do arthroscopic surgery to remove the damaged tissue and hopefully keep me from having to have a total replacement. 

The off loading knee brace is a weird looking structure - a thick flexible plastic webbing with several large velcro straps. It's supposed to take the pressure off of the "bad" side of my knee and transfer it to the "good" side. 

As I walked/hobbled out of the doctor's office, I realized how much I take for granted. Being unable to bend my knee caused me to remember the days of immobility I suffered after a bad accident in 1991. During that time, I was confined to a wheelchair and couldn't walk for over 3 years. 

I knew my knees had been suffering. The creaks and groans they made when bending or stretching reminded me I was aging, but I didn't expect to suffer such damage just getting out of the bathtub. In one split moment, my knee was damaged. 

So today, as I maneuver through my house with my lovely brace on and a handy, dandy walker in tow, I think I need to be more cognizant of my health. I need to thank God for the parts that are still functioning and forget about the parts I've lost. 

It's really strange when you think about how a broken and scarred body can still function without so many parts - I've not only lost both breasts to cancer, I've lost my thyroid gland, my gallbladder, and my uterus. 

As a child, I remember playing the game "Operation." As I'd work carefully to keep from setting off the buzzer as I removed tiny, white, play bones, I never imagined a body could live without vital organs or parts. 

But I'm still here and I'm proof it is doable. 

I'm hoping I don't end up losing my knees in the near future. I've heard terrible things about knee replacement surgeries. Maybe this brace, the walker, the pain meds, and time will help my wounds heal and maybe, I'll focus on being a little more grateful for the pieces and parts I still have left inside of me. 

Life is so short and I still have much to do. I need functioning knees to help me accomplish those goals. Please pray I get to keep them.

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