I am sitting here listening to Mint Condition (HOT R&B group with various hits going back to the 80's) and thinking how I have four more days until my next surgical procedure. As cool as I am working to be in the midst of all that is happening, I continue to find myself anxious - not about surgery, but about the future me.
The "future me," hmmm. Through-out this situation/process/experience, I feel as if I've lost a piece of myself. I am not sure if I feel I've lost security in self, a sense of always being mobile, or if I've lost a sense of my free spirit. I guess I just figured it out, I've lost a sense of my free spirit - the belief that I can still do most things.
Prior to this experience, I was a cautious person, simply because I knew I was vulnerable to falling and I had already had my share of negative experiences - things I truly did not want to repeat. However, I don't think I lived in a fearful state, I was cautious but not fearful. In truth, my biggest fear prior to this experience was walking/getting around when raining and although still difficult at times, I had made adjustments. (Rain was a key element involved the day I fractured my hip seven and a half years ago so rain has been an issue for me since that day.) And yet today, I have a sense of fear about how I will look, develop, and evolve physically in the future.
With all that I warned about regarding Charcot-Marie-Tooth-Syndrome, a dislocated ankle, also known as Charcot Foot, was the one thing I was NEVER warned about. And now, after reading of the symptoms and going through this experience, I worry daily about the right side of my body. I worry daily that my body will give away again, and if that happens, what will happen to me???
Through-out this process, being alone has taken on an entirely different meaning for me. My younger self never imagined I would not be married/with family at 36, and yet, that sums up a significant piece of my life. Scary - very scary.