It’s been three weeks since my knee replacement surgery, so I don’t have any excuses left. It is time for my meditations to begin their weekly routine.
The healing process for the knee is not unlike other healing processes whether it be from surgery, trauma, or mental trauma or anguish. At first you deal with the pain whether it be from the wound or or a wounded heart. It is all one can do to handle the pain. Then slowly time and healing takes over. It’s not as if every day gets better, but progress ever so slight begins to work and happen. Energy levels build ever so slowly, pain reduces, and one begins to crave for the way things used to be, even though we know things will never be the same.
Teammates and friends tell me that at some point I will be glad I had the surgery, and my life will get better and better. We will see. However there will always be a void –a reminder of the loss. That’s not so bad either. Our losses, our voids, are part of who we are just as much as the parts that replace the loss or void. If what is gone wasn’t so important or special the loss would be painless.
So the ice pack I throw on my knee as much as possible is a reminder to welcome the new life and to cherish the old.