“One of these days, someone is going to straighten you out!”
Have you ever heard these words? Have they ever been said to you or someone you know? Never did I expect to experience them late in my life in a different way than their usual, figurative meaning. But thanks to the gifted hands of a spinal surgeon, my severe scoliosis was arrested and I was straightened out, literally, at age seventy-three no less.
I had never expected that I could wear clothing I wore fifty years ago (my religious habit had not changed significantly) or that I could begin living my life without leg swelling, pain and noticeable disfigurement.
For me, this operation was truly a miracle of humanity, technology, interdisciplinary caring, grace, healing, science and interculturalism (where did my two rods and nineteen screws come from?). And what led to this renaissance that I am experiencing in my seventy-fifth year of life?
Certainly it was not simply through examination of X-rays that showed that my scoliosis had shifted 30 percent in six years. Or maybe it was!
In any case, my expectation that I would need to plan for living my remaining days confined to a wheelchair was derailed by the unique and special gift I was given and received.