Traditions…..memories….nostagia
Published by Amy under Disability Stuff,My Mom,Patient-ness,Random,The Future on September 7, 2009My family loves traditions. Making our family Christmas gifts, singing off key on each other voice mail on our birthdays, the annual cousin Christmas play, dying eggs at Easter, red velvet cake on my parents’ birthdays in Feb, Red Lobster for my sister’s, advent calenders, trivia at the dinner table, lunch after church and I could go on. We mark our milestones and holy days as a family with joyous rituals always remembering years before variables on a common theme.
Preparing for major orthopedic surgery in my family has familiar rituals too because its been a somewhat frequent occurrence in our lives. Some are very practical, some are down right silly. Its been a while but one would think it was just last year if you watched how quickly we all fall into the roles we know so well. My Mom sets out arranging things even with me signing consents and doing most of the arranging now she still finds ways. Dad reassures Mom, me, himself with daily pronouncements that everything is going to be ok. Emily and Tori shuffle in and out of the dialogue offering books, chocolate and wanting to know long i will monopolize all of our lives (my primary question as well) particularly my parents’.
I go to the library stock up on books, DVDs, audiobooks, stock up on food. As I packed my car this morning. I packed pillows. I went to target and bought new undergarments and socks. I found my one pair of shorts that I own and stuff them in my suitcase. I plan the traditional ‘last meal’ via google and decide on wine and crab cakes (it is Maryland after all). All the paperwork has a folder, all the appointments are made and all the necessary items are purchased. I then of course am now taking the traditional joy ride which has expanded considerably since childhood with my driving ability and all terrain vehicle. This time it will include a week of visiting, going to the beach and general traveling.
And just like with all rituals and traditions…I remember. But they are strange memories as I suppose all childhood memories are to some degree when we looked back at them with adult reason and knowledge. The last time I had major hip surgery I was 13 and although some times I thought what it would be like 10-50 years from now, most of the time I just wanted to be able to go through a whole year of school without having to be on home-bound. I wanted to get through a Spring where I didn’t break a major limb to pieces over something ridiculous like walking the stairs. I wanted to be able to stand for a whole play or walk my dog or go hiking with my family like I had when I was younger (5 yo- 10 yo). Frankly, my life was pretty awful between the pain, the social isolation and lost of the abilities to do many, many things I love. I was begging for surgery. It made so much sense.
But now my desires are so much bigger, I haven’t been ‘sick/injured’ from Kniest in a decade other than an occasional minor mishap. I have traveled the world, graduated from college, live independently, drive a car and do crazy things like ski and play doctor. And I don’t want to stop any of those things, moreover I want to do more like live overseas, complete a residency, get married, have kids, raise them, etc,etc… Handing over my life to the hands of a surgeon is so much more difficult now. The stakes are higher, the leap is so much scarier. Its not about just making it off the ground it, its about finding my way back to the lofty altitude I have been cruising at for the last 9 years.
The roles are the same, the rituals are the same but the dance is so much more complicated than I remember.
