An overdue knee update
Well, I have just realized that it was four months ago today (Friday) that I had my knee surgery. November 7th of 2007 was the date I underwent the arthroscopy for my right knee, where the surgeon removed a small piece of torn cartilage (the medial meniscus). I had hurt it initially way back in the summer of 2006, and then over a year later is when I had finally gotten around to having it taken care of surgically.
So after going through most of 2007 with a sensitive knee that would hurt a lot if I twisted it or flexed it, how am I doing now? In a word: Tremendous.
My knee feels great! I can’t really even get it to hurt anymore, even if I try. I can jump, squat, kneel, bend, twist, and do all that fun stuff again! When I jump up (say in playing volleyball or basketball), I no longer find myself intentionally trying to land on my left foot, in an effort to lessen the blow to the right knee.
I am running again! And, really, I’m now just limited by my own stamina, not by my knee pain. In fact, just the other day, I ran a mile in right around seven minutes. My all-time record was 5:38, I believe (in fact, it’s mentioned somewhere in these archives), but I’m really happy to just be in the ballpark of seven minutes.
While my knee is not 100% yet, I wouldn’t say, it has got to be close. Every now and then, I’ll have a slight soreness or a mild ache, but those are getting to be rarer and rarer. And the most important thing is I don’t injure it anymore! In the past, I would always be afraid that I was just one wrong move away from reinjuring it, bringing the pain back. This, I’m thrilled to say, is a thing of the past.
It’s funny how it works, but I have thought so little about my knee and this surgery ever since it was taken care of. I guess that’s human nature, though, isn’t it? We worry and worry about a problem until it’s taken care of, and then we just… forget about it, move on to the next worry.
Well, I am just so grateful to be healthy again! I never want to take this for granted, the simple fact that I have two strong legs and two healthy arms. I need to just thank God for how blessed I am. There’s no guarantee that I’ll continue to be healthy or that I won’t get in an accident, lose a limb, become paralyzed. If that happened, I am positive that I’ll look back on these days and wonder why I wasn’t happier, more grateful, so thankful that I was so healthy.
So I’m going to work more and more on being grateful for what I have while I have it. I’m talking about family, friends, life in general, and, of course, physical health.
A friend of mine had broken her foot last year. I would see her all the time, hobbling around on her crutches, wearing a big cast. I remember her commenting once to me how she’ll be so grateful once she just gets to walk again on her own two feet. That’s something that most of us fully expect to do whenever we want, with no difficulties whatsoever.
Honestly, I really haven’t thought much about this all, and I guess I’m a little ashamed that I haven’t. The truth is I ought to just be so tremendously grateful to God for this health. Whenever I stop to really think about all of the different ways I am blessed, I really am overwhelmed by God’s goodness. It’s really humbling, and it just makes me love God more and more.