The good Colonel asked us to describe 2019 in two words. I chose : "A miracle."
Because I danced with my daughter at her wedding. (See Picture).
It all started back in January of 2019. After a series of injuries to my legs, they took some X-rays of my hips and knees. I knew they hurt a lot, and sometimes I could barely walk. I did not know I had advanced degenerative Arthritis.
The Doctor took one look at my X-rays and said:
"If I hadn't seen you walk in here- and just looked at your X-rays, I would have recommended and scheduled you for immediate total hip replacement on both hips. And your knees too. You should have had your hips replaced ten years ago."
I couldn't dress myself. I couldn't put on shoes or socks. I couldn't leave the house for 41 days- bedridden. Finally, I couldn't take the pain...so we scheduled my first hip replacement. Just 31 days before my Daughter's Wedding.
We didn't know if I was going to be able to even attend- since she was getting married five hundred miles from where we live. If I did make it to the Wedding, would I be able to walk her down the aisle? Let alone dance with her.
Back in January - before all the injuries piled up, we thought we would do a boogie down dance to "Uptown Funk." After the surgery, we changed that to A Waltz. After the post surgical infection (which I fought off in just ten days) we decided to just hang on to each other and sway. LOL
I went from bedridden, to a walker, to two canes, to one cane - in just thirty one days. I walked my daughter down the aisle. I danced a "Swing" dance with her. My Sister-in-Law made everyone laugh at the Wedding by bringing me a bag of ice as big as a suitcase, pulling me off the dance floor, and duct taping that giant bag of ice to my hip. Forcing me to sit out the rest of the wedding. (and believe me, she pulled me off that dance floor and iced me down at just the right time!)
My two daughters had three plans for the Wedding: Dad can't come. Dad can come, but can't walk. Dad can come, and walk a short distance and dance the Dad/Daughter dance.
Just thirty one days after surgery, and ten of those days fighting off a serious infection, I was able to dance with my daughter at her wedding. I thanked God, the Medical Professionals, My Kathy and our Daughters, and my own stubborn determination to dance at my daughter's Wedding.
No matter how you look at it- it was a miracle. From the operating table to the dance floor in a month.