I'm only fourteen days away from seeing the surgeon. My hope is that he will let me and the rolling walker go our separate ways. Physical therapy will begin the very next day. Until then, life consists of a series of routines like getting up, showered and dressed. This takes at least three times as long as it used to, but I've mastered an economy of movement that reduces the amount of effort. The rest of the day is punctuated by meals, doing the NYT crossword puzzle, reading and afterschool time with my grandson Noah.
I'm already making a mental list of all the things I look forward to when I can ambulate without the walker, although I may still face some restrictions during physical therapy.
I'm Chris Barabasz, retired from a 35-year career managing communications for health care development (that's fundraising for you civilians). I'm a wife, mother, grandmother and freelance writer. My husband Andy and I moved from Delaware to Texas to be closer to our daughters and three adorable grandchildren.