Hurry up… and waiting rooms…

The early hour usually means I would be at work.  Instead, I am sitting on the 10th floor, in the waiting room.  Again.

Right now my beautiful girl in undergoing surgery number 13, the 6th on her knee.  The goal is to stop the blood that has been leaking into her knee and causing degeneration and chronic pain.  This time there is a new doctor at the helm, an orthopedist from Long Island.  Our vascular guy, the leader of surgeries one through 5 on that same right knee has taken a back seat.  He is on standby.  We are sitting.

Waiting.

Alone with our thoughts.  Not always my favorite place.

These last few weeks have been a whirlwind.  When we met the orthopedic surgeon in February, and Meg said May was a good time for surgery, she had certainly calculated her plan.

Over the last few weeks, we have been busy packing in as much good stuff as we could fit.

The school play, her first production, was April 30, and May 1.  It was such a thrill to watch the spirited enthusiasm from my daughter and all the other children.  She is hooked.
 And while drama practice was going on 5 days a week, she was still making three swim practices a week, working hard to finish out strong.  As a result she received the “Coaches Award” at the team dinner last week, and she was moved “up” a level.  She was able to practice with her new group starting Monday, so she got in 2 practices before this procedure will derail her for a bit.


She also almost finished the CYO Swim season.  Making 7 out of 8 meets (the last one is May 9th) she swam hard and strong one day each weekend as well.

In the midst of all this, she managed to balance her time well and was inducted into Arista, the National Honor Society.

All the while we looked for spring clothes, and shoes (in 2 different sizes) for my beautiful 5 foot 5 young woman.

I know there are people who are busier.  I know multiple kids jostles the world.  But, I also know I am proud.

She ran on raw nerve.  She pushed and pushed in ways that would have taxed a healthy child.  And she made it.  Sunday’s morning swim meet was a no – go, but I am just so impressed she accomplished all she did.

And just for fun she broke her first pair of glasses yesterday. Not bad for a kid whose had them since K. New pair already on…

 And I’m impressed I got her there.

We like to convince ourselves that we are just like everyone else.  But the reality is that this genetic disorder messes with our bodies and our minds.

As I said to the nurse this morning when she wondered why Meg was a little edgy,  “It’s not you.  You are just an ACCUMULATION of her life.  Step by step.  Poke by poke.  Surgery by surgery.”

I think she got it.  Maybe.  As the woman in the bed next door in preop – clearly in her 60s, said she had never had surgery before.

So very hard to believe.


I’ll update later.  I’m waiting.  Cheering my kid on as she continues to be BEATINGCOWDENS.

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