Today I’m in Seattle with my parents while my dad gets a hip replacement. Mom and I spent the morning with him, talking with a stream of nurses, anesthesiologists, and one surgeon.
My father ruefully commented about the surgeon – “he’s a good frat boy” – and I said as long as he’s really good at what he does. Turns out all he does is replace hips and knees. (My dad and I agreed we thought that would get rather boring over time.) I’m grateful that this surgery has improved so much, and has given so many people their mobility back.
I’ve been receiving lots of positive messages from friends about lives renewed through this surgery. I tend to be skeptical about surgery, and all of these affirmations have been helpful to me – thank you!
Here’s a photo of my mother and me in the waiting room – from my mobile office!