The Good News and the Bad News

It is official, my brother and I are headed off to Africa. We are going in September for three weeks to volunteer in a village in Tanzania. I really feel grateful that I will be able to teach children there for a short time. I know this will be a great experience of learning and gratitude. That is the good news, the bad news is that after the falling, the aching, and the spraining, I am finally going in for surgery in two weeks. I have come to face the reality of a summer filled with casts, crutches, and three flights of stairs. I have also promised to be optimistic, knowing that in July I will go in for surgery on my other foot. (It's the darn ligaments, they need to be tightened.) However, I really will be grateful for these surgeries, because my doctor said that after them I will be able to run again. And while I may not be running in Africa, I will be jumping for joy! (Cheesy, I know, but appropriate to my feelings)