Mystery 1/29/15

What started out as a routine teeth cleaning appointment for Bear will probably turn into his second knee surgery in under seven months.

I asked my vet to evaluate Bear’s knees while she had him under anesthesia for his cleaning on Tuesday morning.  The good news is his teeth are healthy and sparkling white.  The bad news is the knee that wasn’t operated on in August has gotten worse and is – in her words – “a time bomb waiting to go off.”

Sweet Bear - just before we left for his cleaning appointment.

Sweet Bear – just before we left for his cleaning appointment.

So – on Monday afternoon we will load him up and take him down to Daytona to a veterinary orthopedic specialist and see what they have to say.

I confess to having a little cry when I got the news.  Dang it!  He was doing so well, and I was hoping against hope that the second knee (that we knew was partially torn when the other one went out) was healing, even though all the research states that was highly unlikely.  My tummy was already tightening into a knot over what was to come (ignorance was pretty much bliss before the first knee surgery – now I KNOW what lies ahead).

Then last night, as I was trying to read myself to sleep, the words in a chapter of The Gift of Years jumped off the page at me.  The chapter was titled “Mystery”, and author Joan Chittister said, “Mystery is what happens to us when we allow life to evolve rather than having to make it happen all the time.”  I realized I was already anticipating the first wo weeks of rigid exercise restriction for Bear, the next four weeks of potty walks only, and the next six weeks of slowly working him back into a normal activity level – except NO running or jumping – in other words NO FUN.  AND we have the added challenge of being in a two-story house now.

I almost laughed out loud.  That same 12-week period will pass whether Bear has the surgery or not, but I already convincing myself how terrible it was going to be.  How could I possibly know that?  How could I possibly know that the only thing of note in that 12-week period would be Bear’s knee surgery?  What about the mornings and afternoons on the beach?  What about the spring flowers we’ll be adding soon to the pots in the back yard?  What about Matthew’s soccer games and Jordan’s dance recitals?  What about bike rides, and walks, and dinners out, and sitting on the third floor deck on breezy afternoons?  What about boats rides to Bing’s Landing for barbeque or St. Augustine for seafood?  What about the hours volunteering at the Humane Society and at the hospital?  None of that stops because Bear may have surgery.  Life will go on, but it’s up to me to make sure I don’t let one negative destroy all the positives that will accompany it.

If the surgeon says on Monday he feels Bear needs the surgery, we will probably go ahead and schedule it right away.  That way, by spring, he will be – good Lord willing – at the same place in the recovery cycle he is now with the other knee, which is pretty much back to normal.  An added positive to that – we can plan our time on Mackinac Island without the worry of the “time bomb” going off and another cancelled trip.

Mystery – letting life evolve rather than having to make it happen.

I like that a lot.

On the way to Bear's teeth cleaning appointment I pulled over to get this photo of the sun coming up over the Atlantic.

Sunrise over the Atlantic on Tuesday morning.


12 thoughts on “Mystery 1/29/15

  1. Poor Bear….and poor you! Your pets are your kids so you do what you have to do without regret. It’s good that all this will be behind you as summer begins and your trip to Mackinac Island nears. This surgery experience might actually be easier the second time around. You know what to expect and what to do. Good luck and try not to let it get you down. He’s your “Baby” !

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  2. Well said Brenda……what started out as a sad event to look forward to and endure, you’ve turned it all around to the positive. I have got to get this book your reading. Hang in there and I’m sure all will go well. Keep those Bear smiles coming…..loved his photo. God Bless!

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  3. Sending hugs to all of you! I know exactly what you mean about the negatives throwing you to a place you forget all the positives. That was new years resolution…focus in the good! That resolution has taken a beating the last month but I still try. I think I need to read that book you are reading! 🙂 You are a wonderful Mom & you find Bear the best Drs. I am sure he will do GREAT & the recovery will fly by in that wonderful Florida sunshine!


    • Lori, your year so far has been enough to beat anyone up, sweetie. I think about you every day and you and the family are in my prayers. It’s so hard to stay positive sometime when life keeps throwing those rocks. You are so strong, Lori. You will come out on the other side just fine and will be better for having gone through the fire. Love you, girl!


  4. Ahhh poor Bear. 😦 I would of thought that the walks on the beach would be better for Bear’s knees ( the softness of the sand), but then again, he’s not always on the beach. Well he was a trooper for the first operation, I’m sure this one will be just as easy for him. Maybe not so much on his mama. 😉

    “We can rebuild him, we have the technology. We can make him stronger, better, faster…..” (Sorry, reminded me of a 70’s show). 😉

    Love ya Bear!


  5. Ah, I was hoping he (you all) wouldn’t have to go through that again, too. You’re on the right track, though. Sounds like a good book. Will keep you all in thought and prayer.


  6. Brenda,

    My first thought in reading about Bear was that as bad as it will be, he’ll have most of the recovery over before the heat and humidity of Summer, and that’s a good thing. My second thought was that he should be quite recovered before it’s time to head North to Mackinac Island. “Blessings in Disguise.” I try to be an optimist, but I know it’s not always easy, especially with sickness for yourself or someone close to you, but you’re doing the right thing -looking on the bright side. As long as I live I’ll never forget a few days after I came home from the hospital after having such a severe heart attack and then congestive heart failure. It was a very dreary, cold, rainy day in February. I looked out of the window and the only thing I could think was, “IT’S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL DAY!” Sometimes I get to feeling sorry for myself, but then I make it a point to look at others and I think to myself, “Hey, what’re you complaining about? You have it so much better than they do. Count your blessings and be thankful you’re here to enjoy them.”

    That’s my soapbox monologue for today. Now, you & Ted and the doggies go on and have one of those beautiful Florida winter days that we northerners would be willing to give up our eye teeth to have.


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