Waiting

I am currently sitting in the new orthopedic surgeon's office. Well, his waiting room to be exact. I do not know what to expect, but I know I am hopeful. Too hopeful perhaps. I do not know if Dr. Ekert will have the solution I desperately need. Still, I wait. It feels in moments that I have been waiting forever for my frame to be fixed, or to be better at least. For twenty-two years I have been fighting a seemingly losing battle with my bones snd joints. Slowly, surely, problem after problem eroding away bone, tendons, cartilage. More importantly, losing hope, losing faith, losing dignity. So much loss. Yet here I am, fighting for my health, for my future. I am a stubborn chipmunk, indeed. I cling to the image in my mind of me walking unassisted, crouching, kneeling, moving with a freedom I can hardly remember. But I do remember. There was a time when I was fast, flexible, and strong. Oh so very strong. Luckily I am strong in heart and mind, and those two hold the memory, the hope for my body. So, I wait.