when i first met my now husband, i didn't wait long to show him my only two flaws. one on my left foot and one on my right. after so many years with my bunions, i usually forget that i have them. unless i am trying on shoes, running long distance, or removing my shoes in front of strangers, they are just part of me. i am the proud recipient of them from my father's side, these beauties are not from shoving my feet into tight pumps- they are hereditary... and have grown increasingly bad as the years have gone by. i was told that i would need surgery for them almost fifteen years ago, and with timing never being perfect, i put it off until now.
for those who don't know me, i am not good at sitting down. overall, my biggest fear surrounding this experience was my down time. whether running after kids, striding in our hilly neighborhood, or buzzing around the house, i stay very busy- as any mom knows. on top of that, during our weeks without all four kids, we golf, run, travel and play. i cringe over what the next few months after surgery will bring.
so here it begins. this blog will tell my story from beginning to end, how i found my incredible surgeon, how i exercise, pain level, what i'm doing to pass the time, how i still run a family with one foot out of the game. i promise to not leave out all the fun stuff.
for now, i sit by our fireplace, my amazing and supportive husband across from me on his laptop, my mom- who is my hero and my best friend- in our kitchen cooking pork chops and rice... me, glass of red wine, sweet black boot on my left foot. i feel lucky.
until the pain meds kick in,
xo
mercergirl
