But my mother and Jane Fonda have something in common: recent knee replacement surgery.
Okay, probably a lot of people have that in common with Jane Fonda. But those other people’s names (and photos) do not keep popping up whenever I do Google searches for information about knee replacement surgery. That photo above is of Jane Fonda’s left knee pre-surgery: she carefully indicated, on her limb, exactly where the surgeon was to work.
I’m just back from Alberta where I visited my family, particularly my mother who turned 84 this week and is recovering from knee replacement surgery two weeks ago. She is in some pain, not in the knee but in all of the surrounding muscles. Most of all, however, she is seriously enraged. And let me tell you, hell hath no fury like an PO’ed 84-year-old lady who talked herself into believing this procedure would be quite simple.
When medical staff told Mom that she would be required to get up and begin walking on her new knee within a day or two of the surgery, she took that to mean that she would immediately be walking as if nothing had happened.
So she is in some pain, she is disillusioned and she is seriously mad. And this is before she has begun physiotherapy!!! I think, though, that Mom will be okay in the long run. Even she admits that there is no pain at all in the knee area, and that is a huge relief. By summer, I think she will be feeling much better and in the long run, will be glad that she did this.
Meanwhile, according to Jane Fonda (shown above in a wheelchair, impersonating my mother in her wheelchair) her knee problems did not stem from her years of high-impact cardio in bad running shoes. Rather, Fonda says on her blog, it’s due to bad genes.
"It is a result of osteoarthritis which my father, Henry Fonda, also suffered from, as does my brother, Peter, who may need hip replacement soon,” Jane Fonda, who is in her early 70s, wrote in a post last June on her blog.
“You never saw them doing the Jane Fonda Workouts. My family’s osteoarthritis (the gradual disappearance of joint cartilage) is a matter of genes, not working out. I am sure that my 25 years of eating disorders didn’t help the condition, and perhaps my decade of running made it worse. But sooner or later I would have needed joint replacement even if I had been totally sedentary.”
Great. With my mother’s genes, and her history of osteoarthritis (and weight gain due to her favourite recipe for chocolate cake which I baked last weekend for her birthday) I’m doomed. Actually, my entire family is doomed.
I had better warn my siblings.