Really.

You know, you'd think because I have lived in the Milwaukee area for about a year, and get lost in it quite frequently, I'd be able to find my way from Froedtert Hospital to my old house.  Nope.  I get lost everytime.  You can ask any of the Jens I know.  I call them on rotation every time I get lost.

I do have to say though that my parents and I have been able to uphold our tradition: leaving early in the am for the doctor, stopping at Starbizzle for soy hot chocolate & oatmeal, getting there exactly 3 minutes early, hooing and hawing it up with the coolest orthopedic floor in the world, heading to the Golden Gyro to celebrate, and getting lost on the way there.  Once there, my mom and I always share a jumbo burger, and we have a van party with the WoWo clan, which is always super-fun.  This is how it goes every time.

The only difference today was that I.  Drove.  Home.

Yes.  You heard right.  The doctor has officially given me the go-ahead!  Now if I get pulled over, I can tell the officer that my doctor said it's okay.  : ) I have so much good news from that man: in the next four weeks I will be working on increasing the weight bearing on my left leg from 50% to 100% (still in a boot), continue with the bone stim., and continue aquatic therapy.  And I really don't think he's lying when he says that my left leg (the one I was really worried about) really looks great.  Really.  I cannot BELIEVE how gracious God has been to me!

I go back to see him in two months.  I almost started to cry because I realized that my parents won't be with me at that appointment.  Today was the last time we will get to have that fun excursion.  *sigh*  This week has kind of been a mental transition week for me as far as mindsets go.  I'm (again) starting to do more and more on my own, and relying less on my parents for help and guidance.  It's exciting, and it's good, but I am sad.  I'm really going to miss my family.  Really really.

Yesterday in church, our pastor talked about how important it is that we carry one another's burdens.  I am so so so so so so thankful to have a family that was willing to help me carry mine.  And a church family as well.  Two of them actually.  And so many people...without the prayers and support (and visits and smiles and hugs!) of each person (seriously, each person) that has done so along the way, I really don't think I would be where I am. 

I will (hopefully...Lord-willingly) be walking again in four weeks.  Really.