I’ve seen countless stories on how knitting has healing powers. I’ve written about it here myself! Knitting has calmed my nerves in times of high anxiety, but what does a knitter do when they physically cannot knit?
I have been on a bit of a hiatus from writing since May in order to take a break and focus on healing. I will preface this by stating I am on the mend, but I have a long journey ahead of me. In May, I was hospitalized for multiple pulmonary embolisms (blood clots in my lungs) and one was very large and had been compromising my heart for several weeks. Simply put, I had gotten to a point where breathing was a struggle, and my body reached its breaking point. That I am still here is nothing short of a miracle. I am very thankful to still be here and to still be writing and sharing.
A few weeks before I was hospitalized and then for about four weeks after I got out of the hospital, I realized I couldn’t do the one thing that typically comforts me. I couldn’t knit! Not a single stitch. My body had been so starved for an adequate oxygen supply for so long that my brain simply couldn’t handle all the things I was asking it to do along with walking and talking.
Looking at knitting patterns was like reading Latin and I do not read Latin. It felt so odd to not pick up my needles and find comfort like I normally would. Instead, I slept a lot. I even started to play a bit with polymer clay when I regained some energy, but knitting was very low on the list.
So what happened when I couldn’t knit? Others knit (and crocheted) for me. It was kind of amazing the outpouring of love I received from all my yarn friends. Coming home from the hospital. my home was filled with flowers, fruit, snacks, and gifts. It was overwhelming but in the most wonderful way to know how many people were supporting me. And my husband happily accepted all snacks with open arms.
But what I noticed the most were the little gifts of yarn that started to appear. A pair of socks from a friend appeared on my porch one morning with the sweetest note. A crocheted cardigan from a close friend arrived for when the May days were still a bit too chilly. A tiny sweater for Jellybean because a friend was thinking of me. More wonderfully colorful socks, packages of yarn, and even tiny little leg warmers for Jellybean that matched socks knit for me. I couldn’t knit for myself, so others did it for me.
I talk a lot about how knitting/crochet/yarn is love. All of this effort and energy we put into our projects and then we give them away to people we love so that they feel warmth, comfort and most of all love. It is a magical thing to give, but on the receiving end I felt so loved in a moment where I felt so physically weak. It was simply amazing. Yarn really does heal all wounds.