Brought to my Knees

Yesterday I went to visit Deb who is recovering from double knee surgery. She is in rehab for the next two weeks (for her knees, not the Vicodine --- that's next month.) She is in good spirits and working amazingly hard in physical therapy. Deb taught me to knit 25 years ago, and she still, to this day, helps me to finish projects because I have never mastered the art of seaming. She has the talent and temperment for it, although we're not quite sure if the same is true about her surgeon. Now, I love all this medical stuff, but I'm posting the picture as a thumbnail for those of you who may be squeamish. If you choose to click on the picture to enlarge it, I'll warn you - it is a little, how should I say it...unseamly.  Deb is a great sport with a terrific sense of humor, so she laughed when I pointed out that there was a remarkable similarity between her stitches and the raglan spine on my new cropped poncho. (if we lose our sense of humor....)

As she took a stroll with me down the hall as I left, we passed many people using walkers and wheelchairs, and I took stock in how lucky we all are for simple things like knees. I think I'll get on mine later, give thanks that I can kneel today and send all these folks, and especially my pal Deb, my prayers.

Comments

[Christine]

oh, ouch! I hope she starts feeling better soon! I've had 3 c-sections and can attest surgery is not fun.