Sunday, July 8, 2012

16 for Dad

Today my dad is undergoing knee surgery for a fall he took on Thursday morning. It really was only a matter of time before he broke something falling. My dad suffers from Limb-Girdle Muscular Dystrophy. This disease basically weakens the large muscles of the legs and arms. Though I do remember him chasing us around as children, it has really taken a toll on his mobility in the last couple of decades. He does still prefer standing on two legs to get around, however must balance himself similar to a toddler learning to walk and lacks the stabilizing strength to stop from falling when off balance. It is good for those afflicted to stay mobile and I think that is one reason he has done as well as he has (he's 73), that and he is stubborn...guess that's who I got my stubbornness from. 

While recently he got a scooter to get around outside of the house and uses a walker for assistance (and because my mother insists upon it), their house is not handicapped accessible and he finds it is easier to crawl/pull himself up stairs rather than deal with the incline of a ramp. While taking the trash out, he stepped down out of the door and his leg just gave out. Of course he was alone and he didn't have his phone on him, but luckily my mother wasn't gone long. He's had to be in the hospital waiting for surgery this long due to the medication he takes for his heart. As I'm writing this he should be getting close to done with the surgery, which includes the insertion of three screws in the cartilage of his knee.

Me and Dad on my wedding day - Sept. 2004

So I decided that I would dedicate my long run this morning to my father. One of the major reasons I run is simply because I can. My father can't run. Just walking is a struggle. If everything goes well, he will be up on two legs again (if he has anything to do with it). Today's run was a sixteen-miler with Jen and Jill on the Rail Trail of which my father is on the Board of Directors for. It was tough toward the end when my legs felt like lead, but I just kept plugging along thankful that I am able, given that there are so many that can't even if they wanted. 

While we walked a few times, we got it done. Our last mile was even the second fastest split and only five seconds slower than our first! So here's to you, Dad, wishing you a speedy recovery.

I love you, Dad!

11 comments:

  1. What a beautiful post, Carrie. It brought tears to my eyes. I can't wait to read it to dad. Love you so much. Mom xoxo

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  2. Great post and I hope things go great for your Dad :-)

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    1. Thanks, Harold. I'm sure he'll have a good recovery, even though he's not always the best patient! ;-)

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  3. I almost didn't read this because I knew it was going to make me cry. It did, but in a good way. You are lucky to have such a strong determined dad, and he is lucky beacause he has a beautiful daughter who loves him immensely.

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  4. This is a wonderful post. What a tribute to your dad. Good luck to him. I hope he recovers well and is on two legs again soon.

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  5. What a wonderful tribute to your dad! Wishing him a quick and easy recovery. Enjoy every day you have with him :)

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  6. Carrie- beautifully said. I love that you dedicated today's run to your dad. Such a special tribute. I hope his surgery went well and he recovers quickly. And I totally would have taken your picture! xoxo

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    1. Thanks, Jen. I remembered last minute that I brought my camera and you were already inside. No worries!

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