This post was inspired by my “3 Months” post in Hip Adventures. I am struggling with releasing my expectation that I would be all better by now. I realize my expectation was that I would be back to all my normal activities by now and would be mostly pain free. I’m not. And my other hip is going. I am disappointed, sad, frustrated, and angry.
This morning in my meditation I reflected on Buddha’s wise observation, “Attachment is the root of all suffering.” This is one of the basic tenets of Buddhism. As one of my favorite teachers says, “Pain in life is a given, suffering is optional.” He liked to use a great mental picture to demonstrate this. He said, “We often cling to our pain and our stories and dramas about our pain, like clutching a burning ember in our hands. It would be better if we dropped all of it, including the ember, and soaked our hand in cold water.”
My version of doing this is to have a really good cry and let my tears be the water soothing my burning emotions. I let my tears wash away all those painful feelings, acknowledging them as they go. That’s what I did Monday morning when I finally allowed myself to admit that my left hip is failing. After this emotional thunderstorm, the clouds burn away and I am able to see sunlight again, to look on the brighter side of the situation.
This always requires releasing the expectation that things should be different than they are. In this situation, it means letting go of the expectation that my right hip should be healed and pain free by now, and my left hip should be ok for another few years. This is not reality. And I promised my left hip I would not bury my pain in denial, like I did with my right hip. It serves no useful purpose and it causes unnecessary suffering.
Once I feel my feelings and release my expectations, I can then focus on the positive aspects of the situation, marshal my resources and make a sensible plan of action. I know I am not ready to have another surgery right now, but I think I could manage it in the spring. I’ve made a deal with myself that if I have more problems with my left hip by the end of February, I will make an appointment to see Dr. Shukla and take it from there.
Since making this decision, I have felt more peaceful. There is less emotional turmoil and railing against what is happening. The “woe is me” story is fading. Yes, I do still feel all those feelings at times, especially when I hurt, but now they pass through more easily. This is simply “what is so” at this moment. It is so much easier to release my expectations and be with it, holding myself with compassion and keeping my teddy bear handy.
There is definitely something peaceful and satisfying in making a decision……..having a goal. I do believe you are on the right track. I remember the pain I was in before my back surgery………a date was set…..and, then had to be changed because of the doctor’s schedule. I was in tears……..just KNOWING I couldn’t wait…..that I’d lose my mind before it happened. I had to change my thinking really quickly before things got out of control. Please know I do understand and admire your strength and attitude.
Thank you both for your understanding and affirmation of this process. Surgery decisions are both hard to face realistically and hard to make. I pray for continued guidance along the way so I chose the right time. I appreciate your support along the way!
Dear Rhonda, Sending you love from the San Luis Valley as you face this newest challenge. I too was on board with the idea your left hip would be okay for a long while. I don’t even know what words to offer that might be comforting. Just wanted to let you know I am here and reading. Thank you for sharing your process, finding your way through the storm clouds and back to the sunlight. Love, Mary
Dear Mary, Thank you so much for this beautiful reply. Your words are comforting and it seems I find my way back into the sunlight by sharing the struggle and then receiving such love in return. We are truly never alone. You have been there for me so many times over the years. Thank you my dear friend. Love, Rhonda