Anniversary of Sorts

  Two years ago today, second TKR.  Home from the hospital in less than 48 hours, back to "normal" in less than a week, and no pain at all, thanks, I suppose, to the wonders of nerve block.  All in all, as many have said, a remarkable recovery.
    Some years ago, my knees were causing me so much misery, affecting my ability to walk, not to mention even stand, that my sister encouraged me to have the replacement surgery that a doctor said would help. She said she would have similar surgery, but her medical condition ruled out the prospect.  I was in dread of surgery, anticipating  a long, drawn-out period of incapacity.  I told her I was waiting for her to get strong enough to help me through it. She said nothing in response, but  I can see her face, serious and thoughtful.  She, who'd always waded in to help, even before she was asked, had no resource left to offer.
   There was a time when I might have believed she did help, in what was, for me, an extraordinary recovery from major surgery, but I can't say I have that kind of true faith anymore. But still, sometimes, the thought enters my mind...