It’s not often you hear that sentence uttered with such glee. But I’m truly happy to be having surgery on Wednesday morning to “get my foot fixed.”
I’ve had problems with plantar fasciitis in my feet before, and it’s gotten progressively worse in my right foot over the last few months. None of the treatments lately have helped, so I’m taking the big step (pun intended) of having it surgically taken care of. I’m tired of being in pain.
Once I’m fully conscious again, I’m supposed to be walking at least 5 minutes out of every hour for the first day. So it’s supposed to be a quick recovery.
It’s “just” an outpatient procedure, done endoscopically, and I’ll be under conscious sedation. And it’s being done at a surgery center close to my home. But that doesn’t mean I’m not nervous about it, and worried about what recovery will really be like. Heck, if they’re going to be giving me pain meds, it’s not going to be a walk in the park! (again, pun intended)
But I’m thankful that my wonderful husband, Tony, will be there seeing me through this all. From getting me there at 5:30 am, to waiting while I’m having it done, to getting me home and taking care of me afterwards…he’ll be there for all of it. And I’ll be very grateful. And I know how lucky I am to have his loving support as well as that of friends nearby.
The Ronald McDonald House provides a place for families to stay so they can be close to their children while they go through their procedures and treatments. Not that I’m as young as those kids, but I can imagine how relieved and comforted they are having their parents nearby when they’re going through something similar.
I’m glad to be a part of helping them feel better and hope I can continue doing so soon without limping around so much to do it!