The day of my hip surgery, September 3, after returning home, I was going up and down our two stairs, caregiving, and managing as if I had never had surgery.
At the end of the first two weeks, reality descended. I fell into extreme fatigue and became depressed. What had happened?
I was desperate for answers. So, I did what I do. I prayed for help, resources, and thoughts. As I knew it would, help came. I had a thought that when heard, trusted, and followed through with, was life-changing.
Join me as I share this very odd thought, where it led, and why it made such a difference.
