I finally had my surgery. After waiting 2.5 months and dreading dreading dreading it, it finally happened.
I could type a million words about this but I’m going to try to be brief and only say the important stuff.
My mom came in the night before at midnight. I went to pick her up (figuring I’d have lots of time to catch up on sleep) and while I was gone, Seth started throwing up. All night long, Ryan and I were up with a barfing Seth, which was super fun pre-surgery prep. I was SO glad my mom was there, because grandma is about the only person you hand a puking child to.
We got to the hospital and they were ready for us. We didn’t even have a moment to breathe as they took through each of the steps. Everyone was nice and thorough and before I even had a chance to cry (much), I was going under general anesthetic.
Coming out of anesthesia was unpleasant and there was a not-pleasant nurse “helping” me in the recovery room. I was taken to the hospital room and as they checked me out and got me set up, Ryan came in. I kept watching him (in a slightly drugged up stupor) for clues about what the surgeon had said. I began to get worried as I watched his face.
After everyone left, I asked him what the verdict was. He said the ACL repair went fine, that there was a slightly different meniscus injury that required a stitch, and….there was a osteo chondral injury—an actual hole in the cartilage they required repair. That was the thing we were hoping wouldn’t happen. Big Big frowny face. The surgeon said I would be limited to 3-5 miles of running for the rest of my life.
No more marathons. Ever.
My sweet husband, who never cries, began to cry because he knows how much marathon running means to me. We cried a while and he showed me sweet sweet texts from my friends and family who love me and understand me enough to mourn with me. It made me feel loved and was much appreciated.
I went home that night. Chanell came over and set up my ice machine while Ryan was cleaning up barf and my mom was having her own stomach issues. Melissa came over and cried a little with me. I had/have some great pain killers and we got through the first night.
My mom was immensely helpful (she was better in the morning) and she cooked, cleaned and entertained so that Ryan could take care of me and the two other kids who were sick (Jane and Faith both got the flu over the last three days). We couldn’t have done it without her. I’ve been moved and so cheered by flowers and magazines and phone calls and treats and texts. I feel very cared for and loved.
Ryan, as everyone would expect, has been the perfect nurse. Kind, upbeat, working literally 20 hours a day, taking me to the bathroom, on walks in a wheelchair, helping me shower (took an entire hour!!)…I really have no words to describe how lucky I am that he’s my husband.
Every day I feel MUCH better. I am crutching around okay, but still need to be resting most of the day. I come downstairs 2-3 times a day just for a change of scenery and have been kept busy reading (2 books so far), social media, talking to friends on the phone and in real life, playing Sally Salon on my phone, card games with the kids.
I’m not sure what the next few weeks will look like exactly but I will be in crutches for 6 weeks, on serious painkillers for another 7-10 days and I have some machine that bends my knee that I am required to use for 6 hours a day for the next 4 weeks. I’m going to be basically putting 80% of my time and energy to recovering for the next month, which is hard, but I have to do it. I have lots of childcare, meals and rides lined up—because I live in the best place ever. And have the best friends ever.
I’m feeling okay. I’m not one to wallow. I know I’ll be okay. I’ll find other goals to set and ways to push myself and I’m grateful I can still run a little bit. Plus you know I’ll be pushing that 3-5 miles and hoping that it really means 4-8 miles so I can still run long lake runs with my friends and do Olympic triathlons. Without sounding like Pollyanna, I’m grateful for hard things that remind us how to be compassionate to others, that help us draw closer to the Lord, that help us know what true friendship is, that remind us what is really important.