Cocoon
"If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies." ~Author Unknown
The cast on my leg is a monstrosity. It isn't one of those cute boots that is wrapped in some wild color of plaster that everyone can sign. It is a misshapen, malformed, humongous compilation of plaster and bandages all held together by medical tape. It doesn't look pretty. Every person who has passed me and looked at it has grimaced. I feel like Quasimodo on crutches.
Now that I'm relegated to rest and nothing else, I have a lot of time to look at the mess which used to be my ankle. I'm not a "shake your fists at God" type of person, normally, but yesterday I shed a lot of tears because of this contraption and the implications of what I've done to myself. I'm mad because I have had to put virtually everything in my life on hold. I'm mad because I am not self sufficient like I like to be. I'm frustrated because things that I did with ease are now Olympic events in my life. I'm mad because this wasn't in my plans. This changes everything.
As I lay in bed last night, unable to sleep, it hit me. It is all about change. Under this wrapping and casting and God knows what else, change is happening. For however horrific this cast looks, what is going on under it is nothing short of a miracle. Where bones were broken in multiple places, my body is fusing them together. Where ligaments were ripped from their casings, new artificial ligaments are being welcomed in and incorporated by my body. Where there was no ankle, one is being rebuilt. An injury like this not too long ago would have meant death. With the miracle of modern medicine and the ability for our bodies to recover, I am much luckier.
It is like a cocoon. Cocoons aren't beautiful. They are nondescript and plain. They aren't perfectly formed but they form a purpose. They close the world out so the creation of a butterfly can commence. They have a very significant role in the change that happens.
When I woke today, I looked at my leg in a whole new way. It is my cocoon. It is a symbol of the change that is occurring in my body so that my future will be like my past, on two feet. Let the cast close the world away and get to the business of creating a miracle. In the meantime, I'll work on my attitude and embrace this change in my life.
The cast on my leg is a monstrosity. It isn't one of those cute boots that is wrapped in some wild color of plaster that everyone can sign. It is a misshapen, malformed, humongous compilation of plaster and bandages all held together by medical tape. It doesn't look pretty. Every person who has passed me and looked at it has grimaced. I feel like Quasimodo on crutches.
Now that I'm relegated to rest and nothing else, I have a lot of time to look at the mess which used to be my ankle. I'm not a "shake your fists at God" type of person, normally, but yesterday I shed a lot of tears because of this contraption and the implications of what I've done to myself. I'm mad because I have had to put virtually everything in my life on hold. I'm mad because I am not self sufficient like I like to be. I'm frustrated because things that I did with ease are now Olympic events in my life. I'm mad because this wasn't in my plans. This changes everything.
As I lay in bed last night, unable to sleep, it hit me. It is all about change. Under this wrapping and casting and God knows what else, change is happening. For however horrific this cast looks, what is going on under it is nothing short of a miracle. Where bones were broken in multiple places, my body is fusing them together. Where ligaments were ripped from their casings, new artificial ligaments are being welcomed in and incorporated by my body. Where there was no ankle, one is being rebuilt. An injury like this not too long ago would have meant death. With the miracle of modern medicine and the ability for our bodies to recover, I am much luckier.
It is like a cocoon. Cocoons aren't beautiful. They are nondescript and plain. They aren't perfectly formed but they form a purpose. They close the world out so the creation of a butterfly can commence. They have a very significant role in the change that happens.
When I woke today, I looked at my leg in a whole new way. It is my cocoon. It is a symbol of the change that is occurring in my body so that my future will be like my past, on two feet. Let the cast close the world away and get to the business of creating a miracle. In the meantime, I'll work on my attitude and embrace this change in my life.
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