Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer ~Romans 12:22
As many of you know, this year has proven to be an explosion of unforeseen events. Well, to rock my world again, I had to have surgery on my hand on February 6th.
In January I broke my left hand walking upstairs. The otherwise routine break was complicated when my hand muscles spasmed while in the cast and pulled my pinky bone out of place. As a result, the break didn’t heal correctly. When the cast was removed, my eyes bugged out of my head! My pinky had rotated outward and was laying on my ring finger. My doctor, a hand specialist from Munich, Germany, said, “Well that s not good!” It’s a good thing he is cute and has an accent because at that moment I was in no mood.
He preceded to tell me I needed surgery to re-break my hand and put on a plate with four screws. I looked at him like a deer in headlights and preceded to ball my eyes out. The first thing I questioned after I processed the information was, will I be able to lift again? I was assured that I will be able to, but it would be a long, hard road.
And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up. ~Galatians 6:9
I will be in a splint for four months, but I can take it off to shower and do my physical therapy. I began physical therapy about a week ago. I endure an hour of excruciating exercises twice a day that makes my wrist and hand throb for hours after. A few days ago I made a loose fist for the first time. The swelling won’t be down until months from now. I worked so hard to get to where I was strength-wise, not only on my left side but my entire body, and now it’s gone. I’m way worse than before I broke my hand. I know that sounds pitiful, but although I am depressed and angry, I am not a quitter and won’t stop until I get back to competition shape. It’s going to be a long time though.
My arm from elbow to finger is stiff and weak, but there is nothing I can do about it beyond having patience and applying myself to my physical therapy. Maybe that’s the lesson in all of this. Be patient—which I definitely am not—and don’t quit. I will never give up, and give all the glory to my Lord and Savior.