A girl watches Cinderella, or Ever After, or Beauty and the Beast all her life. She lives it; eats it; breathes it; works hard; believes it. Her life will be amazing and turn out happily ever after. And then it does. Remarkable.
Prince Harry + Rachel Meghan Markle = Re-Markle-Ble. Fairy tale princess; tiara; prince; doing good things for others.
And then there are moments to mark, remark, and move on from. Things don't turn out as expected. A dream job is offered to someone else. A marriage ends. Or a variety of other not-so-happily-todays, anyway. One might literally hobble or experience daily pains or impairments in the body. Or have a stiff and gimpy wrist, and the doctor points out a surprise, but it is not a hoped-for surprise.
To work hard and literally pray to hear the words "I'm surprised" from the doctor; specifically from my bone doctor regarding my healing wrist, was the hope. Amazingly, Dr. Volgas actually spoke those very words, about my progress strength-wise and the forward and back bend of the hand at the wrist. But then with a grim expression he added the footnote: "Let's look at the x-rays to show you another aspect I am surprised about."
The re-markle-ble did not happen for my wrist (Fwrist). The slightly tipped and slipped wrist bone's one hope is surgery and a metal disk. But it cannot promise a better outcome. Especially when a patient has metal intolerances to consider. I remember these same discouragements after cancer's diagnosis. But here I am, 12 years later, in some ways stronger than ever.
Progress at the physical therapist will eventually hit a wall and fall short. Plan for re-markle-ble; face reality and move on; and somewhere around the corner there still might be a dreamy or bionic remarkable. The different and unexpected.
I prefer to hold to this intricate promise for my wrist and for my family's reunion after 25 long years: All things work together for good... (Romans 8:28).
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