I am on the cusp, the space between what is and what will be; the space of what is and what is promised. Here, there is hope for what might come my way. The thing with hope, sometimes what is promised doesn’t come to be. Sometimes life stalls out and we’re left holding the bag of some forlorn and sad-looking hope. Disappointment tends to follow. And yet, tomorrow, August 4th, is the day I can weight bear, putting my full weight on my right leg, allowing me to practice this walking thing that...

I am so tired. I am tired of sitting. I am tired of waiting. I am tired of the pity. I am tired of receiving. I am tired of the drudgery. I am tired of this boredom. I am tired of my moodiness. I am tired of this neck brace. I am tired of unseen sunsets. I am tired of these slow days. I am tired of having no purpose. I am tired of an undone to-do list. I am tired of being told to breathe. I am tired of being pushed around. I am tired of wanting to go nowhere. I am tired of not being able to...

On Thursday, I had my second post-op appointment pertaining to my pelvis and my right shoulder. This appointment is a full day’s commitment, driving from home to Harborview then back, with a Costco stop before arriving home. It’s not egregious, but full nonetheless. I’m seven weeks out from surgery. They did x-rays of my pelvis and shoulder. The pelvis is where it is supposed to be. The shoulder is still separated and is only getting more and more contracted. The human assessing me is Marisa,...