Staples Removed / Cleared To Run

Today marks yet another small step towards recovery, my surgical staples have been removed ! The process was a snap with only one staple having sting as it was pulled. The area is sore but I am much more comfortable then I had been.

Susie came along with me I'm sure because she was concerned that I would filter out Dr. Berg's words to hear only what I wanted to hear. So what did we hear today; only that I am cleared to resume running and all other activities. (Within Reason)

I wore my Brilliant Yellow Terrapin Mountain run shirt to the appointment for good luck and apparently it paid off, seeing how I had already registered for this years half marathon trail run at the end of March.

I could not be happier, my head is swimming with all I want to do.

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On other matters, my healing continues even if at a rate slower than I would like. The problems with my hands and feet still plague me requiring me to have both feet sticking out of the covers in our mostly unheated bedroom. I also get relief from walking barefoot on our front porch, I especially like it when there is just a slight film of snow so I can track my melted footsteps as I move from one end to another.

Most of the pain pills I received after surgery are being used to assist sleep as I lay down with hands buzzing and feet burning with fire. I don't need them every evening, only after I have been active during the day with a walk or run, it is the “price” the “retribution” mandated by the chemo.

Dee, my Reiki Care Giver, asked me at my last session if I would be interested in taking a class she will be giving sometime in the near future. Though I don't have a clue how Reiki works I do know it has done me a world of good so I will be taking the class when it is available.

Finally, in my own moment of joy I am reminded of the the hardships of life. In the waiting room was a young man, probably in his late twenties or early thirties. It was his first time to see Dr. Berg; (Quite frankly if your there to see Dr. Berg something serious is going on). As he sat in the waiting room he seemed to sink lower and lower into the chair, looking completely despondent. I tried to start a conversation but he was either in no mood or perhaps just numb with what was ahead of him. It was then I appreciated the personality I was given or forged during my life; even in my darkest moments I don't think I looked so terrible. We would, of course, have to ask Susie to be sure.

Mike