This is the month where I normally count the positive events in my life and take special note on family and friends. This is the first time the month signals a personal and significant event I can only refer to as a pain filled process of recovery from total knee replacement surgery.
Ugh. What was I thinking?? On the one hand I am grateful it is a success; however, the invasiveness of the process is beyond anything I imagined. Two weeks since surgery and my mind has come back on line enough to contemplate the event as only a writer can. At first the writer in me wants to concentrate on the dynamics of grit my teeth, razor sharp pain, my body is coping with.
Weird. Positively weird. My writer’s mind is imagining fictional characters in scenes where the main protagonist is wounded from a maniac wielding villain hacking into the hero’s leg with a sixteenth century Claymore blade. Good lord I really have gone over the edge into the dark fringe.
After a while I actually got bored creating scenes involving physical mayhem. Instead my attention has been drawn to the support network of professionals who come to my home to assist in my recovery. Here is where the true value of motive and action meet up in the generosity and uplifting nature of kindness.
Each of these dedicated people are worthy of being cast as the main protagonist in one of my fiction stories. Each have their own lives and families, and have also chosen a path towards helping those in need of healing.
And so, I come back to November being the month about counting my blessings and being grateful for the support network of family and friends. Healing hands move me towards recovery.
