the titanium rod club
I'm starting a club for people who have been patched together with titanium or other types of bio metal. A club will allow us all to talk about our hardware and discuss what it's like to be part cyborg, how we feel about airport security screens and the story about the time we set off the alarm. We'll also talk about surgery and how many we've had. I'd also like to talk to people about their scars and whether they are also thinking about getting a tattoo over them.
About two weeks ago a woman emailed me after doing a google search for "titanium +humerus". (I included some notes on my 4th surgery on my blog.) She was surprised to find someone who'd had a similar surgery and we became email friends. She was injured when she fell off a horse and landed wrong. (That doesn't mean horses are necessarily dangerous, I have another friend who broke his arm playing tennis.) Anyway, we can talk about things like bone stimulators, calcium supplements and the blanket warmers they have in recovery rooms which mean you get covered with a nice warm blanket while you eat your ice chips. We can also talk about the psychology of healing and how that one injury, that one titanium rod and the scars that cover it can start to make you feel like one big wound if you're not careful. There is a good side to all of this, too. You can't survive surgery once, much less multiple times, without feeling victorious and resilient.
I was thinking about this on my run this morning. It was cold at 7:30 a.m. and if Kat hadn't come to pick me up, I would have been happy to snuggle back in the covers. As always, after we were a few minutes down the trail, I was warmer and I was able to notice what a beautiful morning we had to run in. I feel very fortunate to be outside on a clear, sunny morning, fog on the water, air crisp and fresh.