I did not have hip replacement surgery. I asked one-too-many questions via email, the offender question being one inquiring if there was any alternative to a (now I know "required") post-surgery drug. Eight days before the scheduled surgery, a woman from the doctor's staff (not the doctor himself, mind you) called to tell me that the doctor cancelled the surgery because "he is afraid you won't follow his orders." And no, I could not speak to the doctor. To tell you how much they wanted rid of me, I had my refund check from the practice two days later in the mail.
I was stunned and upset, as I had been looking forward to the end of a nearly constant ache. Then I realized that it would not be in my best interests to go into surgery with any sort of contentious relationship with the surgeon. So I spent the day in a combination of tears and anger. On the bright side, the angry energy enabled me to get a lot of house cleaning done. I was also blessed with an understanding MELT/yoga class that encouraged me to practice along with them (rather than just demonstrate), and the practices calmed me down and restored much peace to my spirit.
The next day, I decided upon waking that I was not going to let this sudden change of plans ruin another day. Peace reigns in my soul relative to all this. Some follow-up thoughts and actions include:
- I bless the doctor to do his very best for those he does operate on.
- It's comical that he found me such a risk, as I may have been one of the healthiest people for whom he ever did hip replacement.
- I feel compassion for the poor woman who had to call me on the doctor's behalf. What a crap job!
- I've made an appointment with another surgeon.
- For the most part, my hip has been feeling better since the cancellation.
- I know there's a bigger picture here, everything happens for a reason, and I'm excited to see how all this unfolds.
Curiously enjoying the adventure of life,