Strange isn’t it – how some moments are so significant that even the most unassuming of locations – a street corner, pushing Ieuan in a stroller – sear in brilliant detail on your memory. It was at a street crossing that I received the test results, six months late, about May’s hip displacement. The crosswalk light blinked. The sharp alert to cross. The phone pressed awkwardly between my shoulder and ear. I shouted because I couldn’t hear what she was saying.
I can remember all that. But, ask me where my car keys are located right now. Ask me. I dare you.
That was the first moment I thought that May’s hips were so far gone there was probably no hope for them. Take a look at theses shoes, I said here on this blog, because you may never see them again.
It was one of those moments when I realized that May’s NHS physiotherapy up until that point had been worse than I had thought, leaning towards negligence. It was also one of those moments when I wondered, and still do, about the point of physiotherapy? Even if her physiotherapist had done stretches with her (which she didn’t – I had to beg her to touch May just to test her flexibility) could we have stopped her hip displacement? How can I not wonder, when the end result is May on an operating table tomorrow for six hours. There is a cruel inevitability about the whole thing.
Maybe, just maybe – this hip problem is the reason May has been in so much discomfort recently. And – after the surgery, when she is recovered – maybe, just maybe it will be a bouncebouncebounce marathon.
Today we took May to the park. Thankfully, given London weather, it was clear skies and warm breezes all day. Click on the photos to see in full.
See you post-op and thank you for all the good wishes!