I decided. That’s pretty much all it takes. I decided that I wanted to try going barefooted.
When I was in my fifties, I was diagnosed with something like Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever. Apparently it wasn’t, but the medication for the Fever zapped whatever it was. My left hip started hurting and when I turned 64, I was referred to a surgeon after pain medication quit helping. I was told, “Yep, your hip is pretty bad, but I’m not going to tell you to have the operation. You are going to come tell me when you’re ready.”
When I turned 68, my wife, Linda, told him that I was ready. We took a class explaining what the patient and caregiver could look forward to. I was on a gurney lined up for the operating room, and Linda kissed me as I was wheeled away. Afterward, she told me that about 45 minutes later, Dr. McQueary came to the waiting room and told her, “We got him. You can go see him now.”
After some hospital therapy I was sent home. & …