I have heard of operating rooms described as theaters, but I
think an orchestra might be a better metaphor.
The anesthesiologist, he tuned up the room like the first
violinist. The surgeon, the conductor
that controls the speed, action, and movement of the procedure, moves medical
tools rather than a baton. From this
theater comes music of healing.
It’s been nearly two months now since knee surgery. And today, I received my free and clear from
the surgeon. What a great way to start a
week!
As I left the doctor’s office, I started thinking about the
last few weeks. I thought about how I
have been supported by my family and friends.
I thought about how just a few weeks ago I could not have handled
walking a half mile, let alone three. I
was surrounded by the caring of family and friends, and felt like I had my own
private nursing staff! No one could ask
for better care. Today, walking around
the neighborhood, sweating and puffing along, I was excited to think of the
change that only a few months can bring.
I felt set free.
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