We have talked about a whole lot of things more "informing" than that.
The loss of independence is a large part of what drives us to this procedure, apart from the pain. It definitely drove me. I got to the point where doing simple things that were either needed or desired were painful, tortuous or plain impossible.
I remember traveling back to Ecuador with my daughters on a trip which should have been joyful, but the smallest things became a chore. To be back there, up in the Andes, hiking in the Amazon or swimming in the pacific while only thinking of making it to the next fifty foot point in front of me robbed me of the ease that should have been.
I was surrounded by cousins, nephews, nieces, all having a good time and wanting me to. My daughters also had the "let's help Dad" look to them, so it was to my viewpoint shaded by my disability. That may have not been the case, since we all had fun anyways, but it sure felt that way to me, and that talks to the emotional aspect of things.
The difference between then and my inability to do some things afterwards was the presence of hope. I had no feeling of hope during my trip, just saw the negatives. Afterwards, when confronted by any situation where there was a challenge, I reminded myself of the strides made, future possibilities.
I know now it doesn't seem near, but I just came from a yoga class where I kept up with everyone else tied up in human knots. It's coming to you.