“A waiting person is a patient person. The word patience means the willingness to stay where we are and live the situation out to the full in the belief that something hidden there will manifest itself to us.”
The hidden that I hope manifests itself is my ability to be patient with healing. Only three days until I get my old arthritic knee replaced with a titanium one.
Recovery will be painful and fretful but it has a duration and the end result is less pain and more ability to be stable on my feet.
I cleaned the beside table and put some books, the surgical soap I need to shower with twice before I go to the hospital, and my trusty bear who waits better than anyone I know.
My Manifesto of Patience
May I be at ease with those who want to help me.
May I remember that to allow others to help is recognizing our common humanity.
May I be familiar with pain but willing to cut it short.
May I push to bring movement into my new knee.
May I find joy in little things like, sun streaming in windows, flowers on the front porch, cloud formations, good books, and friends visiting to wish me well.
May I re-kindle the hope each morning that I will succeed.