I'm hard headed and determined, but not hard-hearted. My heart is tender. It aches as much as my leg.
I've noticed how I still multi-task and stay involved in the community (even though I haven't left my house for a week!), and I am proud that my parents instilled me with a positive outlook and still surround me when I need support. And I'm grateful for yoga preparing my mind for the ebb and flow of life.
But I hurt. And I'm anxious. And humbled.
Our bodies and amazingly complex and resilient, but life is fragile. Bones break and egos must adapt to the loss of independence.
Surgery on my leg includes hardware in my ankle, and reconstruction of the upper tibia where it is fractured and compressed, using bone of a cadaver and a calcium/bone composite.