I’m at the rehab facility, checked in by admissions, checkedÂ out by physical therapy and settled intoÂ my private room.Â Â Â After Â my first knee surgery,Â Â rehab had me paired with a delightful, Â interestingÂ 80 year-old roommate and we talked most of the time we were not in therapy.Â I do miss the sweet company of Miss Betty, butÂ the new policy of private rooms for all ortho patients will leave me, I hope,Â with timeÂ to write some blogs, do some smockingÂ and read some good books.
According to my surgeon, the kneeÂ replacement was routine and “almost boring,” which is good from his perspective. As I raised my eyebrows at this comment, he reminded me that noÂ patient wants her surgery to stand out in the doctor’s memory.Â Of course, as the person whose leg was at the other end of the bone saw, I would have to say that this particularÂ surgery is quite memorable.
I have met some lovely people, Â each with an interesting personality and personal story.Â One such person is Carole, a very caring, dedicated hospital nurse.Â I brought all my own pillows, with embroidered pima cotton pillowcases so they could be easily identified as mine.Â Â Carole, probably around 55 years old, Â commented that she too had aÂ sewing/embroidery machine but she was going to sell it.Â She had never gone forÂ the lessons and had never sewn a seam, norÂ stitched out Â a single embroidery–she just didn’t have time.Â
Women sew for a lot of reasons, but I sew becauseÂ I must.Â I suspect that is true of most of you readers.Â I’ve heard from ladies who have no little ones to sew for, so they make clothing for foster children or for sick babies in the hospitalÂ or for their friends’ children or grandchildren. Â These Â are all busy women, womenÂ with jobs and homes and husbands and yards to care for.Â But they sew.Â Because they must.
I have given a lot of thoughtÂ toÂ Carole’s comment. I suspect that if she were not a nurse, if sheÂ lived alone in a condo, Â she still would notÂ sew.Â It’s just not in her heart to do so.Â I hope she finds something that she must do, something for which she develops a real passion.Â Â Maybe it is nursing, but if she went to the trouble and expense of buying a top-of -the-line combo machine,Â it seems there is some void that she is trying to fill, even at this timeÂ in her life.
The flip side of her story came from Cynda, a 20 year old CNA (certified nursing assistant). She, too, is caring and dedicated to her job.Â When I asked her why she does this for a living (one of my standardÂ getting-to-know-you questions), she gave meÂ the same answer that Carole did, “becauseÂ I like helping people.”
When I asked Cynda what she does for fun, I expected she would say clubbing, or running or shopping. But I soon realized that I had grossly underestimated her.Â This lovely, lithe black beauty with perfect nails, hair and make upÂ replied, “Write.Â I love to write.”Â I askedÂ whatÂ she liked to write–Â short stories, poems, a novel?Â She replied, “Short stories, essays, poetry.Â I want toÂ write all the time.Â Even when I come home from work andÂ I am tired (they work 12 hour shifts), I write poetry for a little while.Â I just have to express myself.”
Cynda has found her passion and soÂ haveÂ we.Â I hope some day Carole finds hers, or she might need a different kind of therapy than I am getting here.
Happy sewing to all,
“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what makes you come alive.Â And then go and do that.Â Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”Â ~Attributed to Howard Thurman