November 19, 2023
On November 5th I wrote: On Halloween this year I underwent my third Rotator Cuff Surgery on my right shoulder. The second year in a row in Honduras. Having just turned 59, believe it or not, I am in the best shape of my adult life. I take no medications, my blood pressure is fantastic, my resting heart rate is low. I am super active diving 4-6 times a week, and attending a body sculpting class two times a week. I walk at every opportunity. Over the past year and a half I have lost 60 pounds. And yet, today, I woke up feeling very broken.
On November 14, I went back to the surgeon to get the staples out and find out what his challenges had been, and get my instructions to start PT. I came home from that appointment and had, as my mother would say, my once a year "mother endorsed" pity party (you only get one). The reality of being even slightly disabled, of having to ask for help, and have the ever present fact that I am growing older tossed in my face, felt so sad. I shed a few tears over all of this.
What has come out of it are some healthy realizations, which I will share here now. First, as always, a story. My Aunt Mary was one of my idols as I grew up. She was so much larger than life. Part of that was due to the fact that I did not get to see her much as I aged, so my beliefs about her were a lot of speculation with facts plugged in here and there. But what was true was that she was a vary active adult... like me. She worked in a "people helping field"... like me. She loved people and interacting with them... like me. She was always super supportive of whatever crazy thing I announced was my next "thing". Then one day, and it seemed so sudden, health issues with cancer and cancer treatment took her down. She almost died. What came out of that was a woman who was clearly disabled; a woman who was forced to swallow her pride and ask for help on an almost daily basis. When I would drive to her house on a weekend day, we would talk of this often, and how hard it was. In my mind, I understood what she was saying to me... but I had not walked in those shoes yet... so while I could nod my head... I did not really KNOW what it felt like.
Oh my Aunt Mary! I now KNOW. And I had a few moments of regret that I was not MORE compassionate when you were with me! And that I did not do MORE. I know you would pat my hand and tell me you love me and that I have done more than I probably should have done... And I take comfort in that fact. I now understand how hard it was every single time to just keep asking... and how relieved you were when we finally just settled on our weekly chore list so you did not have to ask! I am now putting on maybe just your slippers... I do not claim to walk in your shoes, but I finally understand.
Aging with grace is definitely not something that is coming easy to me... I feel that the lessons have just started! And I am, perhaps, in for quite a ride!
Forever I have been a helper, volunteering to help my friends do the worst, hardest, dirtiest tasks that they had... moving people, family, myself... always pitching in physically. And those days are mostly over. I can no longer do that. Once I am rehabilitated, I will have to learn to not just throw myself out there, at least not physically. I will have to learn to change my focus and figure out how I can help in other ways. And I will have to always and forever ask for help when great physical exertion is necessary. Beliefs I have held regarding myself for quite some time now, have to be adjusted and altered. A task I may be at for a little while.
Allowing others the blessing of helping is an even more necessary quality that I must quickly learn the art of. Asking without feeling the need to reciprocate... without setting up reciprocation in advance... Oh this lesson is oh so difficult. In fact it may be THE HARDEST of all the lessons. Ask, let them help, say thank you. The End.
To my friends who just keep asking, even though I say no more than I say yes, THANK YOU. From my heart you have no idea... just no idea what this means to me. I will continue to say yes more, and thank you for not giving up on me and dealing with my crazy stubborn ways!
