A new chapter—Jamus’ hip surgery (finally)!
Initially, we were just passing through Bogotá, yet after a strenuous unexpected year-long process Jamus, finally, has received surgery (through arthroscopy) for his hip (here in Bogotá).
*There is nothing graphic in this video.
Over the past year we learned a great deal of patience, and acceptance as we had no control over our situation. We had been stuck in limbo—where we are still at :)—unable able to make forward moving decisions, often beyond each day, yet with the surgery finally happening, overnight it’s as if we’ve finally entered a new chapter of our lives. One hip down, several months of recovery ahead of us, and one more hip to go! :)
1. The problem
After several years of hip pain, it turns out Jamus had extra bone on his femur destroying the cartilage in his hip joint. The options were to replace the hip (in the far future), or reshape the femur (now) with the hopes of preventing the prior.
We chose the latter.
Normal hip (left), Jamus’ hip (right).
2. Problem solved (Postop)
After reading stories of horrific pain and complications, we were hoping for the best with an understanding of the worst, and the best took place.
First and foremost—knowing the depths of God’s faithfulness not only regarding the surgery, but in regards to this long year leading up to the surgery—we thank God, as well as Adriana’s family and Iglesia Vive for their encouragement, consideration, generosity, and prayers throughout this year.
We give credit to our excellent doctor and his team, the drugs, which in the past week have diminished, and the fact that Jamus takes pain like a pregnant woman giving birth, but ultimately knowing that it could have been worse—far far worse—we thank God.
Jamus getting his beauty sleep.
3. Escaping the Hospital
Jamus was ready to roll home in the wheelchair, but we opted to take a ride from a friend.
4. Rest and Recovery
For the first week Adriana rolled Jamus to the park three times a day to ride the exercise bike, as ordered by the doctor.
Pushing Jamus through the demolished streets of Bogotá is not easy and a bit embarrassing; fortunately though, someone from church hooked us up with a stationary bike so we no longer need to make the trip.
Home sweet home.
The first shower in days. Sitting.
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays this courier from the swift completion of his appointed rounds.