State of (The G-Spot) Union.by caroline
Hey, there. I’m about to go a bit out of the norm with this post. No recipes and no yummy food recommendations this time, folks.
Instead, I want to take a moment to let you know a bit more about the state of the union over here in this household. My #1 reason for doing so? I feel like because of the fact that my life is so CA-RAZY, my posts have been lacking that special somethin’ that says, “Hey, I’m a human — come enjoy my life with me.”
So, what is going on then?
Well, as you all know, my husband, Dan, is a professional dancer in Dayton, Ohio. This past February, he endured his 3rd knee surgery, leaving him out for the rest of the season. It was an extremely difficult time (let’s just say Dan’s not exactly an I-can-sit-still-without-bothering-the-hell-out-of-you kinda guy), but it was one that we saw changing sooner than later. He was doing really well in physical therapy and we were confident he would be healthy for the upcoming season.
Not so much.
After one specific physical therapy session where Dan tried a supported jump, his knee started to feel terrible. He was in constant pain and seemed to be reverting to much of how he felt prior to beginning therapy. He was devastated, but kept pushing forward, biking and swimming, all while praying he would start to feel better.
But then came the appointment where the doctor told him the news we didn’t want to hear: He was dealing with another torn meniscus. The prognosis? While the doctor said another knee surgery might very well enable Dan to start dancing mid-season, he couldn’t in good conscience recommend it for Dan’s future. Ahhh, the future. You know, the one where you want to be able to walk without a cane and maybe, just maybe, run and dance and jump with your children? That one.
Whoa. Talk about being blown away.
I won’t go into extended details, but let’s just say there was a lot of sadness, feelings of loss, talking, trying to figure things out, encouragement … and cycling back through it all over again. Eventually, we arrived at what we knew in our hearts was the inevitable result of this situation: Dan would not be going back to professional dancing.
So, what’s that mean for us? A LOT.
The biggest change: Our living situation. We will still have partial residency in Dayton, so that Dan can continue working with the Dayton Arts Project, but our home base will be moved to Pittsburgh, PA. (My hometown!) We’re in the process of looking at houses (eek!) and there will definitely be more details on that to come.
Much of the rest of it is emotional. The idea of moving AGAIN is, of course, tough. Then, there is, naturally, the huge hurdle we will have to jump as a result of Dan transitioning his career and deciding what his next move will be.
And then, there’s me: I am a results kinda girl. I don’t exactly do well with questions left unanswered and I’m not a fan of not having a plan. It’s also much more of a struggle for me than I thought it would be to come to terms with the fact that Dan will no longer be a dancer. Dan was a dancer when I met him (I interviewed him for our college paper!) and it will certainly be an adjustment. Not necessarily a bad thing, but a NEW thing for sure.
There is, of course, excitement too. I am looking forward to living in Pittsburgh again. And, for two people who have moved as much as we have in the last three years, we are both excited to be able to actually call one place home.
Overall, I know we’ll be A-OK. But, let me tell you, it has been quite the roller coaster for the last few months. And that’s why I wanted to give you an update. Do I think you need to know my whole life story? No. But I do feel like my posts have been lacking those pieces of me that you might enjoy, and that’s because I have been busy putting them back together for myself!
I hope that gave you a little perspective — can’t wait to share these next steps (and recipes — duh!) of my life with you.