Well it is almost D Day with the knee. Happening tomorrow at 7.30am. Wendy will take me to the hospital at 7.30 and then I am in the hands of the surgeon. All going well I should stay one night and then back home for recovery. I hope to show photos on the blog of the happenings and perhaps even some notes the surgeon gave me of what they intend to do. As I have said before I am actually more nervous about this one then last time as I know what to expect and know how well the last one went.
I had a dream the other night that I was lying down on a white sand beach and my leg was still covered with a dressing. I looked to the side and in the distance I saw a figure standing beckoning me to come to them. I gingerly stood and realised that there did not appear to be any pain in my leg, I removed the dressing and all I saw of the surgery was two or three little nicks, which was my experience last time. I turned to the figure and began to jog slowly gaining speed. I started to race, the soft breeze sliding past my face. I gained momentum and speed and my legs were running like I was young again. I was full of joy. As I ran towards the figure I raised my hands to the air calling thank you Lord Thank you Lord and as I looked to the figure it became quite clear that it was Jesus. I did not stop but ran straight to his arms and we embraced.
I thoroughly enjoyed the dream and felt refreshed and with great courage to face my experience.
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