Tilting at Windmills: A few more details

Monday, March 10, 2008

A few more details

Well, I'm feeling better today so here's some details.

I am home! Surgery was Thursday but there's no news yet- doctor took a "core sample" for biopsy and other testing. He also drilled 10 pinholes in the bone. Will hopefully get test results tomorrow at the follow-up visit.

I was originally supposed to go home Thursday night but they ended up keeping me til late Friday. Then I was in no shape to come home to a 2 story house so I went to my mother's apartment til last night.

I'm finally starting to feel normal again. Leg hurts but I'm off the heavy duty pain meds. I have to use crutches for everything- I'm not allowed to even lean or step on the leg, so mobility is very limited. So, I'm either here resting the leg on the desk, or in the recliner. I have to keep the leg encased while sitting or sleeping in a big chunk of yellow foam- DH calls it my "big block of cheese" (for West Wing fans).

Thanks for all the kind thoughts!

4 comments:

Lee said...: Ummmmmmmmmmm..........OUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH!!!!!!! I'm sure hoping you get some good results and can heal quickly!!!! Lots of hugs!!!; March 10, 2008 at 5:48 PM
Cathrine StClair said...: Glad you're home! Hoping for good results...........; March 10, 2008 at 6:55 PM
Suzanne said...: Good to see you back on line. I will be praying for some good news and information on what this is all about so it can be healed! Take care!; March 10, 2008 at 7:23 PM
Etha said...: ahhh, the big cheese :)
hopefully the results tell you SOMEthing, anything is better than not knowing what the heck is wrong!
"keep it up" ;); March 10, 2008 at 8:14 PM

Why "Tilting at Windmills"?

When I started this blog in October 2007, there was a story here about my connection to "Tilting With Windmills". Much of what was in that post no longer applies. Much other of it still does. So, here's the story.

When I was graduating from high school, more than 40 years ago, a group of my friend presented me with a print of Picasso's Don Quixote. They said it reminded me of them.

I get upset when things are wrong, even though getting upset cannot fix them. I dislike people who are cruel or petty or self-serving, and am frustrated that I cannot change them. I fight a daily battle with my health, although I know that every new day is another battle. I have a husband and close friends who support me, even when what I want or believe seems crazy.

So, the comparison with Don Quixote is perhaps an apt one. The story encourages me to take on the battles I see, even the hopeless ones. It reminds me to try to see the best in people. It comforts me that, in the end, even if my actions are futile, they are not meaningless.

I mean to try to continue "to dream the impossible dream".