The Unexpected Journey of Healing

 

It has been more than three months since I injured my foot. Even now, it still hurts. I am not yet back to my old self. I can no longer enjoy my regular walking routine or do my bone-density exercises that require jumping.

I am still limping and need to use crutches whenever I have to go out for necessary errands. More than that, I need someone to accompany me every time I leave the house.

Is this what life of dependence feels like?

For many years, I have been independent. I enjoyed doing errands by myself and never hesitated to go wherever I needed to. In fact, during my first two trips outside the Philippines, I traveled alone to visit my siblings in two different countries. I valued the freedom and confidence that came with being able to take care of myself.

This is not the first time I have sprained my ankle. In the past, however, it healed quickly - sometimes in less than a day. There was never a fracture. Perhaps things are different now because I am already 80 years old, and my bones are no longer as strong as they used to be.

I often find myself wondering: When will this fracture completely heal? I long for the day when I can once again walk without pain, exercise freely, and return to the activities I have always enjoyed.

For now, I am learning that healing takes time and that accepting help does not mean losing my independence. It is simply a season of life - one that teaches patience, humility, and gratitude for the people who willingly lend a helping hand. I continue to hope and pray that, in God's perfect time, I will regain my strength and once again enjoy the simple freedom of walking with confidence.