Porte Jaune Here I Come

Porte Jaune Here I Come

Tomorrow I enter Mayo Clinic surgery center, close my eyes and go to my happy place, Porte Jaune Paris.  This surgery is going to be regenerating some of my own tissue from bone marrow into my hip, hopefully alleviating pain and giving me more mobility. It’s a fairly new procedure, insurance does not cover it, but I rather try it on my right hip before going for a hip replacement. If this is successful I will have the left hip done. I’ll be using a walker for awhile (don’t laugh) I cannot have any weight on that hip, but the good news is the recovery is only days instead of months.

I’ve actually gone a year and a half without a surgery this will be #41. Dr. Freeman is my pain doctor, I love teasing him-but the truth is he has really helped me for over 5 years now to relieve the pain with cortisone shots; it’s just time to try something new.  The Lord has blessed me so much, little by little He’s helped me understand the reason I have gone through so much.  I needed to be refined, He wanted me to get out of my comfort zone and serve other’s.  I used to look in the mirror and wish I could go back to where I once was, I wanted my smile back (I still do at times) I sometimes close my eyes and pray for the Lord to allow me to feel again, I mean really feel my life is worth all of this. It takes my breath away many times.  Then I’ll meet someone who needs help more than I do and I have to remind my heart to beat again, I look into the eyes of a child who needs food, clothes or a hug and realize I have a second chance to make my life mean something, I really want to leave this life having made a difference.

So for tomorrow I will get stuck with needles once again, then slowly drift off to Porte Jaune riding my bike, picking wild berries and watching the beautiful white swans drifting through the waters. When I wake Eric will be at my side like he always is.  Then I get to start all over again learning to walk with a healthy hip-time and patience will tell. I’m grateful for modern medicine and the opportunity to try regenerative procedures that allow me to heal quicker.

XOXO Monya Bonbon

 


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