My world turned right side up this morning.
Though I missed the phone call, Dr. Mayo left me a message, saying my x-rays and follow-up report looked good and that I was cleared to start physical therapy and weight bearing.
I don't know when the tears started, but I'm pretty sure it was very shortly after I finished listening to the message. Sitting on the edge of my bed, everything was quiet at first. I wasted no time and stood up. I started by transferring the weight from my right leg slowly over to my left and waited for the pain.
There was none.
I started to move my leg forward, and for a small moment, got a little scared and nervous. A couple of deep breaths later, I took a step for the first time in almost nine weeks. No pain here, either, and relief flooded me as tears of joy, anticipation, optimism and gratefulness streamed down my face. I grabbed one crutch -- just in case -- and proceeded to walk across my apartment.
Physically, there was no pain sans a little soreness in the joint after I had taken about a dozen steps. My leg was trembling from weakness and it felt awkward to be taking steps, but I felt like a rock star.
Mentally, my mind was swimming. I'm tearing up even as I write this. How can I explain such wonderful relief? A moment that I've thought about since October. A moment that required enormous emotional strength and physical sacrifice. A moment that allows me to think of millions of more moments with pain-free hips and an active, happy life.
I am overwhelmed with emotion. I will never forget these indescribable feelings.