It just hit me that we are not in Phase 2 anymore.
Phase 2 was the nickname I gave the period of surgery and after. At the time I came up with it I’m pretty sure I assumed that Phase 2 would last the rest of my life. It was life after a separated pelvis.
But the news we got today from Dr. Sojka made the future feel like something all together different. I am no longer under a doctor’s care. Unless something happens and I need to see him, I’m no longer his patient. That means, at least to me, that beginning today about about 10 a.m. the future is up to me and my family.
That feels like Phase 3 to me! And I welcome it. This journey is not over. In someways, we’re just getting started. This is life with a mended pelvis.
I’ve got two more weeks with Amy. That’s four more visits to soak up as much knowledge as I can about how to keep myself on the right track. I have learned from my body and I know I feel better when I do my exercises at home. I feel stronger and that often means I’m less crabby, less tearful and much more optimistic. That is motivating. And we have goals to accomplish that we may not be able to unless I commit to doing those exercises daily.
Come Dec. 21 — the day after I “graduate” from physical therapy — it’s just me, my husband, the Little Guy and the amazing friends and family who have gotten us this far who will keep us moving in the right direction.
Any guesses on when I’ll be able to wear heals? Or hike at our favorite Nebraska State Park?