deal with this peacefully and beautifully

I had the tumour taken out of my foot, but once he was in, the surgeon found that some muscle and some of the joint had to go too, so now I am up to my knee in very heavy plaster and navigating the world using crutches and wheelchair and a few hops in between. I’ve been a bit depressed and sad on and off since I got home from hospital, hating the loss of my independence and woozy and muddled from the painkillers. But I think it will get a little bit easier every day.