I wrote the other day about struggling with a decision to have surgery. Needless to say it’s never an easy decision for anyone to have surgery. I do not take these things lightly.
I don’t want surgery.
I NEED surgery. A very different thing.
Then there is the added struggle of being a teacher. We are…
the ones who drag ourselves to work when we are sick.
the ones who leave our children with our spouses or others so we can ‘not miss a day’.
the ones spend hours of our nights and weekends working.
All… for the love of the job. And I do love my job.
I also love walking. I love moving without pain. I love a life without struggle. I love walking up the hallway to take my students to specials and visit with friends. I love participating in the teacher-student basketball and volleyball games. I love bopping around my room checking in with kids. I love sitting on the floor with them.
However, for the past 18 months, I have not been able to do much of what I love. I have missed important events with my family. I have missed walks with my dog and friends. I have sat by watching everyone ‘do’ while I ‘do not’.
And I’m done. Some may say…
perhaps I could wait until the end of June.
perhaps it isn’t necessary.
perhaps I should seek another opinion in addition to the three I have already been given.
perhaps I should wait so I won’t miss out on all of the big events for my students this spring.
I know and understand all of that. And if I could do both, I would.
But I can’t. And I need to take care of me right now. So I can be my BEST self in August when a new year begins and a new group of students belong to me for 180 days. I hope that these students will forgive me for missing 30 of their days.