T-1 Day!!!!!!!!!!
Well, friends, this is it. My last day with working (or semi-working) joints.
I would like to formally (or not so formally, since it is me you're talking about) thank everyone for the prayers, and the comments, and the well wishing and the monkey (Thanks Patrick!). Everyone has bombarded me with prayers and chocolates (Thanks Aunt Cheryl!). A couple classes in school had group prayers for me, and several others asked students to think of me. I am truly grateful for these. My hypothesis: they'll open me up and discover that everything is miraculously healed because of all the prayers! No really, there is no way to tell you thank you for everything.
Speaking of the monkey, everyone who visits me and says the passphrase "The eggplants grow greener on the other hip" has permission to sign my stuffed monkey's scrubs. :D
I'll probably post something in a hurry tomorrow before hurrying to the hospital (10:30-sign in; 1:30-3:30 begin the operation) but if not, this could be the very parenthetical last post before surgery. Love you, everyone!
Showing posts with label hip dysplasia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hip dysplasia. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
The Beginning...I'm Pretty Sure
Well, welcome to my hip blog. The place where I tell you my whole life story concerning hips.
I will start at the beginning: birth. I was born with hip dysplasia. Except my doctor didn't seem to notice. Grr. You see, at birth dysplasia is fairly easy to fix. The bones are still semi-malleable, and all is right with the world. Unfortunately, I was about 1 1/2 when they found out. Which meant two (both my hips were messed up) major surgeries. So we fixed them. I was in a body cast for about six months and then a couple months more because I, accident prone as I am, had to go and break one of my legs. In the hospital, no less.
So here I am. All I have on me since my surgeries were 4 scars. My doctors were not sure I would be able to grow up as active as other children. They were mistaken. I was active plenty enough. (Of course, my dad did get teary the first time he saw me run a cross country race :) I still went to the Milwaukee Children's Hospital every year till I was 10.
When we moved, we went once to Campbell Clinic and that was it. Until one day, when....
Tune in next time for the next exciting account of Melora managing to mess herself up...
I will start at the beginning: birth. I was born with hip dysplasia. Except my doctor didn't seem to notice. Grr. You see, at birth dysplasia is fairly easy to fix. The bones are still semi-malleable, and all is right with the world. Unfortunately, I was about 1 1/2 when they found out. Which meant two (both my hips were messed up) major surgeries. So we fixed them. I was in a body cast for about six months and then a couple months more because I, accident prone as I am, had to go and break one of my legs. In the hospital, no less.
So here I am. All I have on me since my surgeries were 4 scars. My doctors were not sure I would be able to grow up as active as other children. They were mistaken. I was active plenty enough. (Of course, my dad did get teary the first time he saw me run a cross country race :) I still went to the Milwaukee Children's Hospital every year till I was 10.
When we moved, we went once to Campbell Clinic and that was it. Until one day, when....
Tune in next time for the next exciting account of Melora managing to mess herself up...
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