It’s Magical Monday here at A Cup of Tea and Sorcery and I’ve got gratitude on my mind.
I’m not talking about gratitude for the big things in life – money, a cool car, a big house. Nope, I’m talking gratitude for simple things like, being able to vacuum your house or make dinner for the family.
What? Why would someone be grateful for those things, you ask? Well, it all has to do with Frankenfoot…
A little over two years ago I had to have surgery on my left foot. It was gruesome and awful. I wouldn’t wish this injury on anyone, not even my stinkiest enemy. If I had one, which I don’t. (For you curious types – I blew out my posterior tibial tendon. If you Google it, don’t say I didn’t warn you!)
What was my prize for the fabulous surgery? I had to stay off Frankenfoot for three months. I couldn’t drive, clean the house, go to the market, or even cook dinner without a lot of assistance. And showers? Total nightmare.
As if that wasn’t enough fun, after months of not using my foot, I had to go to rehab where they made me pick up marbles with my toes. No, really. You wouldn’t believe how hard that was!
Each day brought new challenges and small victories. Then one day, I was able to walk without crutches and could do more things on my own. The first time I vacuumed the whole house – stairs and all – I cried. When I was able to cook a meal for my family, without using my walker or crutches, I silently thanked my surgeon and filled that meal with love and gratitude for the people who took care of me while I convalesced.
Every morning as my husband and I head out for our walk, I am so grateful that I can lace up my shoes and put one foot in front of the other. I haven’t grown complacent in my gratitude, if anything, I appreciate my new foot now more than ever. I’m getting in shape, losing weight, becoming more active.
Which is probably why a little mishap last week completely freaked me out.
I slipped on a ride at a water park and injured Frankenfoot.
Visions of surgery past raced through my mind. Would I be in a cast and non-weight bearing again? Could I drive? Swim? Walk? I think I was more afraid of the ‘what ifs’ than anything. Mind you, had this been my right foot, I would’ve put some ice on it and said, ‘Meh, it’ll heal in time. No biggie.’ But it was Frankenfoot and I went into full panic mode. I’ve come so far, I thought, I don’t want to backslide.
After X-Rays and a chat with the doctor, it looks like Frankenfoot will be fine. We’ve got to give it two weeks to settle down, but I’m hopeful that it was nothing major.
I’m still not sure what this hiccup is supposed to teach me. To trust in my body that it can heal itself? To let go my fears? To be even more careful? To know that I’ve come far, but I still have a way to go?
Whatever the lesson, and I’m sure I’ll figure it out soon enough, I’m just grateful it was a minor injury and I can still vacuum the stairs. Silly, I know, but when something is taken away from you, it’s amazing how much you cherish it when regained.
I’d love to hear from you. What are you grateful for? Have you ever been in a situation that made you look at your life completely differently?