Friday, August 12, 2011

Last Time I Saw You, You Were an Old Lady

I hadn’t seen my younger daughter in almost 5 months.  

5 months ago, I needed a cane. I had to force myself to walk a few blocks to the nearby park. I had to sit, rather than run after my grandchildren.  I couldn’t join a game of kickball. Every time I moved it felt as if a knife was stabbing me in the hip. 

But in my mind, I still wanted to run after my grand children, kick the ball, climb the slides and play as I had always done.  It never occurred to me that I was acting old.  I didn’t feel old.  I just had a worn-out hip.  A replaceable part.  And I had an appointment with the surgeon.  Why would anybody think I was old?

But my daughter greeted me, "Last time I saw you, you were an old lady."

When I was my daughter’s age, I imagined that somehow people’s thoughts changed as they aged – they no longer wanted to run and kick balls and climb things.  I was never old – in that sense.  But indeed, I did act like the old people I used to watch and wonder what on Earth they were thinking – that they chose to sit rather than play.

Now, I could play again.  My thoughts hadn’t changed.  My body did.


  1. It is still so amazing to me that your surgery and recovery have all taken place, start to finish, within 5 months. You go geezer-girl!

  2. I had an excellent surgeon who got the gadget in through a 3" incision in the front of my thigh. My super PT designed exercises to help me do what I want to do, and made them enjoyable. I'm not all back yet. I could only do 45 minutes of a 1-hour gym class, and I still have pain when I get up from sitting or lying down. I'm still getting stronger. Bottom line, I can now do about 90% of what I want to do. That's way better than 5 months ago when I couldn't do half of what I wanted to do.