A family member, who shall remain unnamed, told me several weeks ago there are cancer patients with a more positive attitude than mine.
I looked at the family member (who happens to live in my house) and said, “Who do you know personally, who has cancer and a positive attitude?”
I received silence and promptly returned it.
It’s been four months since I broke my shoulder. I faithfully attended physical therapy three times a week for three months. I did my exercises at home. The break healed but my shoulder didn’t.
Last week my physiatrist, Dr. A, recommended arthroscopic surgery. He said, “Your shoulder isn't going to thaw on its own. You have the worst frozen shoulder I’ve ever seen."
Oh, Cracker Jacks—somebody give me a prize.
For a month I’ve prepared myself for shoulder surgery. It will be rough but worth it. I can't wait to pick up my granddaugher and move my right arm above my waist. I want to type without pain, drive with two hands on the wheel and wrap both arms around my loved ones.
My orthopedist, Doctor B, disagreed with Doctor A. Monday Doctor B told me, “There are risks with arthroscopic surgery. I’ll be blunt. Your shoulder will never be the same and there’s no guarantee the adhesive capsulitis won't return after surgery. You’ll be back where you are now. I can’t predict how much your range of motion might increase, either, but I’ll do the surgery if you really want me to.”
Yesterday Doctor C, my general practioner, asked how things were going. I told him what Doc A and B had to say. Doc C shook his head and said, “Unfortunately there are still things modern medicine can’t fix.”
Knowing I will live with limitations for the rest of my life turns 1/6/12 into the demarcation of used to do that and can’t do that.
I don’t see my wine glass as half empty. I see it as it is—technically, it’s half full. I see myself rowing one-handed on the River Reality. I’m amused and annoyed by the folks on the party barge in the River Denial. I wear a life jacket now because today I realized I won’t be able to swim like I did before 1/6. And I’m a good swimmer.
I was a good swimmer.
Unless…my rheumatologist, Doctor D or Doctor E (different orthopedic surgeon) have a more positive attitude.
Maybe I forgot what river I'm on.
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