I've often heard about the "good days" and the "bad days" when getting over surgery. I'm finding it to be true. One day upbeat, feeling strength and the next day thinking I can't get out of bed. Then there's what I call "T.Time." I'm not talking about drinking a cuppa, as much as I love that, but "T for Torture." That is, the exercises to get my new knee in sync with healing muscles, tendons and whatever else is in there, to enable me to walk normally again. Today was one of those bad days. Everything was hurting even before I began. The Gardener was ready to leave for church but had time to help me with the therapy. We had my phone nearby softly playing our Sunday morning music.
The Gardener so patiently and tenderly helps me, keeping count for me, remembering the exercises I forget, and gently pushing beyond comfort as is the order of the day. Today I was a silly mess. It hurt so badly I burst into tears, feeling like I could go no further. Just then out of the blue, our wedding hymn started playing on the radio. "Praise My Soul the King of Heaven." Into my mind flashed a summer evening; I was walking up the church aisle, hanging onto my father's arm, looking ahead into the eyes of my beloved. I know today he was remembering too, as he gently
pushed me through the pain of the therapy.
pushed me through the pain of the therapy.
"In sickness or in health; for better or for worse." This was one point for the worse side, but it is what our promises were and are all about. The sunlight streaming in the window on a cold morning suddenly warmed me through and through, and my spirits rose.
Our gracious God knows what we can bear and is quick to step in when we need the encouragement to keep on keeping on, just as you have attested to. Praising Him with you for His loving kindness in your helpmeet.
ReplyDeleteOH my goodness, I feel like a very bad friend!! I have had some computer troubles, and have not been online much. So sorry to hear of your painful surgery, and recovery. I know that is a tough one! It sounds like you are in very good hands. I wish I were near to bring you a meal.
ReplyDeleteI will say a prayer for your full recovery to come soon. Take good care!
Love,
Kris
I was feeling so much pain as I read this, dear friend. And then the music, the song, the memories for you and your husband, his tender never ending devotion and care for you. At times like these the hurt comes in a close second (I hope, of course).
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Jane xx
Thank you for sharing this beautiful story with us! So precious!
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The power of music and memories...I hope you have better days than this one Dotsie. I'm sending a hug across the miles.
ReplyDeleteWhat a special moment just when you needed it most. God has given you a dear husband and I am praying that you will find that you have just what you need every time you need any possible thing. Praying for better days.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet post, Dotsie. That particular song at that particular time - a gift from God, I'd say. I hope the bad days will dwindle into nothing and the good days increase. Hugs to you.
ReplyDeleteDotsie, I am sorry you are going through this. Although God is faithful, we still have trials to deal with. Try to remember each day that nothing is going to happen today that You (God) and I can't get through together. I said a prayer for your healing today. Hope this is a good day!
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What a precious story! Isn't it interesting how God gives us what we need when we need it. I read your post while on my recumbent exercise bike, therapy for my new hip. God bless you and your supportive hubby!
ReplyDeleteThat is just like our God! What a beautiful hymn.
ReplyDeleteI love that it made your spirits rise, and am sorry for the pain of Torture! I know you know that it is only temporary and you will be so thankful for your new knee, in the long run.
Deanna
What a wonderful gift you were given at just the right time! I love it when that happens! Prayers for your healing and hoping the pain gets less each day :)
ReplyDeleteYes, good and bad days . It will even out. So glad the Lord whispered to you with the song!
ReplyDeleteYes, good and bad days . It will even out. So glad the Lord whispered to you with the song!
ReplyDeleteThis leaves me teary-eyed at God's goodness. And proud of you for hanging in there with the torturous therapy.
ReplyDeleteI love that hymn! And your anecdote is so sweet. I hope you are having a better day today.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry about those bad days, Podso. But a really wonderful husband is such a blessing at those times, for sure!
ReplyDeletewhat a touching post...memories are precious aren't they? almost as precious as promises!
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful and touching post, Dotsie. Don't you feel blessed to have such a good husband? I sure feel that way about mine.
ReplyDeleteI'm really sorry you're having so much pain with your recuperation. My mom said those therapy exercises were really difficult (and painful), but I wasn't about to tell you that before your surgery. It really is worth the pain though, because her knee is better than ever now. I'll be thinking about you and praying for your swift recovery Dotsie.
Warm hugs,
Denise
I've been catching up on all your posts I've missed... This one tugged strongly on my heart... How perfect the timing of your song... How sweet the love...God's and The Gardener's and your own. Blessings to you, my friend... I'm glad you enjoyed that fall walk. {{hugs}} tanna
ReplyDeleteI scrolled back here to leave a response to your comment today, but saw this post and read it all over again. I bet you see improvement even in this short time. So wonderful, isn't it, to have a husband who is such an encouragement. God has blessed us with good men. Anyway, I enjoyed your comment about traveling by train from Chicago to New Jersey when you were a kid. That must've been a wonderful adventure!
ReplyDeleteOh, and I thought it was so interesting, the contrast between post surgery pain among the older generation and the younger. What a fascinating phenomenon. God's blessings on your continued healing, Dotsie. Time for me to crawl under my electric blanket. I see that it's minus 4 degrees. Fortunately, that's the outdoor temp. Lol
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