Monday came quickly, and with it my follow-up appointment at the orthopedic specialist. Just like in the ER, they had me lay on my stomach and performed the test to check my Achilles tendon. The doctor came in, looked at me, and said the words I knew were coming but still didn’t want to hear: “You will need surgery to repair this. Even if we don’t get an MRI, we can schedule surgery for Thursday.”
They removed the splint from the ER and fitted me with a boot, crutches, and prescriptions for pain. From there, we headed straight to the hospital for pre-surgery testing—a blood draw and an EKG to make sure I could safely undergo the procedure. It felt like a blur of appointments, paperwork, and waiting rooms. After that, we made what would be one of many pharmacy runs. They sure prescribe a lot of medicine for this kind of injury and surgery.
By the time it was all done, my husband and I decided to stop for lunch. Sitting across from each other, we couldn’t help but feel both tired and a little confused. What were the odds that both of us would tear tendons and have surgery the same week—his bicep, my Achilles? Tendons are meant to be flexible and strong, designed to connect bone and muscle. Why both of us, and why now?
But instead of staying in the heaviness of that “why,” we shifted our hearts. We reminded ourselves that the Lord’s promises are yes and amen, and that even in this strange season, He is doing a good work in us. It’s not about understanding every detail—it’s about trusting the One who holds the details.
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.”— Proverbs 3:5-6 (NIV)
So here we are—two torn tendons, one week, and one faithful God. And in that, we find peace.
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