I decided to finally have my knee looked at by an orthopedist. He examined my angry patella area and x-rays were taken. And then the doctor gave me the results:
You have arthritis. I didn’t cry.
It’s significant. I didn’t cry.
It’s in both knees. I didn’t cry.
He gave me a steroid shot in the knee. I didn’t cry.
I wanted to. Not so much over the shot; needles don’t bother me. What does is another chronic condition. I know that I don’t get a free pass in exchange for blindness, but I have considered crumbling a little more to ward off being given more than I can bare.
So, why no tears? This doctor was new to me and I read his bio prior to the appointment. The gentleman did two tours in Kuwait. And although another giant horse pill to swallow, I kept thinking about what he had to have seen. If there are tears to be shed, it’s in gratitude for the men and women still serving our country and those who have returned and now walk among us.
Thank you, Doctor, for so very much more than the help with my knee.
