I've become quite skilled at typing with one hand. It is a skill I'd gladly trade for never breaking my arm in the first place, but it does give me a bit of a surge of pride being able to craft an email... or this post.
Tuesday I had my third and FINAL surgery on my right forearm. My doctor removed the bone stimulator, the plate (it was so big he feared wrist issues as I aged), and did some fat adjustment and scar tissue removal inside to reduce the lumpiness that happened with the previous two incisions and healings. For two weeks I'll be wrapped up to ensure proper healing and a stretch-free environment for the sutures. But after that... I'm free!
I knew this surgery was coming but I didn't schedule anything for the blog. I have a few posts ready to go, a couple almost finished I may be able to complete with one hand, but things may be a tad light as I heal. While I can type with one hand, I can't keep up with my thoughts and lose momentum before a sentence is finished. I type this less than 24 hours after my surgery and while my arm feels as though someone sliced it open and dug around and I'm writing this because I can't sleep, it's not the same deep bone pain from times before and all in all I feel really positive.
I have reached the light at the end of the tunnel. I feel the warm sun on my face, and see how far I've come physically and emotionally since last February when it all began. It's exciting, and I have a lot to be thankful for!
