It’s day three of the new year and I am excited about it. But this morning when I got up my knee said, “Take it slow.” Well, I thought I was taking it slow, but not slow enough. So here I sit waiting on my pain medicine to kick in.
Arthritis for all the medical terminology and explanations about it HURTS! I used to power walk, exercise, and swim all the time. Oh yes, I used to run, too. Now I hobble to the car wondering why the car keeps moving further and further away from me. I still try to lift those 5 pound weights for my upper arms. I try to do 10 lifts at a time. (I count by 2s). The last time I got in the 3 foot shallow end of the pool, I nearly drowned (not really) because my one arm would not go forward like it used to. (I used to do a mean dog paddle). Running is a fantasy I have now.
Well, even though things have changed and I am older, I am still full of zest and life; it’s just that my body didn’t get the memo! No matter I am still grateful for each new day I wake up. I am glad for each year God gives me. I am glad that there are days when my arthritis doesn’t hurt so bad!
It’s a new year and new challenges abound. Let’s face them with God on our side. Oh yes, I have learned that getting old isn’t for the weak, it’s for the strong! Here’s to a wonderful 2018 for all of us.
Late last night, Sunday the 11th of December, I spoke with Johanna before she retired for the night and I could tell that she wasn’t so strained. I asked as I always do, “Johanna, how are you feeling?” When she spoke I could immediately tell that her voice was a bit stronger. She said, “I am a little better, Ma.” When she said that, I took a long deep breath. I smile as I think about it now. I really didn’t realize that when she and I spoke I was holding my breath. Most of last week and the weekend she was terribly sad and sick and she had little to no strength. When she would cry a bit, I wouldn’t really know what to say. It’s normally easy to speak when not sitting in the hot seat. But it wasn’t easy for me, so I just sat quiet and she began talking. That did my heart good. I just listened. I think the short talk was therapeutic for me, too.
I can breathe easily for a few days as she is stronger than she was all last week. When you love someone, especially your child, and they are going through difficulties and illnesses that you can’t take away or cure, you’ll find that everything gets in perspective. All of those “other” things that were so important before are quite unimportant. In fact they are an insult to the present circumstances. My desires fade away into one request: “God please let her get a little rest tonight.” That has been my one desire and the Lord granted my request. She is even laughing and talking more. I can finally take a breath.