Almost four years ago, my sister Cindy had her first grandson, and on the same day, I got my new hip.
Tomorrow, my dad is getting a new hip.
Think I can blame him for passing me the bad hippy gene? Or maybe I passed it to him. Who knows?
Actually, mine came from accidentally doing the Chinese splits in my pond one day. (I put one foot in my pond, it took off for Tulsa and my other one stayed planted firmly on the ground near Keystone Lake.)
Dad’s is simple wear-and-tear arthritis.
I’m not sure Dad would have had his replaced, but the silly joint is slowing him down. Although he’s 21 years my senior (well, 20 1/2 years) he’s still much more active than I am.
We both work every day, but when he works, he WORKS! He works at the office, overseeing the workings of our company. He oversees our farms. He gardens, studies, travels (a lot!) and he has chickens.
Since he won’t be shuffling off to Buffalo for a few days after he gets his new hip, I asked if he’d like me to help out with his chickens. “You bet!” he answered, and went on to explain how to care for the hens.
And he mentioned his tomatoes and okra would need continued harvesting.
I love learning from Dad day after day. Until Mom died and he remarried, he was an elder in our church. I still depend on him as a spiritual leader, even though we came to the Lord on the same day.
Sister Debbie will be staying at Dad’s house, helping out all she can after the surgery “until they throw me out,” she told me. I’m a little envious, but I’ll be making frequent trips to see him, take him the mail he needs to see and helping out in his yard and visiting his chickens. (I haven’t robbed hens’ nests since Grandma Reeves lived on the Meade place. Her chickens pecked me when I tried. We’ll see what these do.)
So if you would, keep my daddy, his wife, his surgeon and his kids in your prayers for a successful hip replacement and recovery.
God is good.
All the time.