Convalescing

I have a very strong tendency to ignore weakness in misguided attempts to prove strength. Following my surgery in March, I couldn’t wait to get back to running – that was my barometer for being healthy. In the days that followed coming home from the hospital, I clung to my husband and hobbled around my neighborhood. I was down two pints of blood and barely made it out of our cul-de-sac for the first couple days, but I had something to prove.

And then the universe (and cancer and chemo) knocked me on my behind, made me slow down and take some time to recover. It’s felt very decadent, actually, to give myself time to rest and recuperate. The truth is that my husband and I were lucky enough to have planned ahead and had a cancer insurance policy in place. I never expected to need it, especially in my early 30’s, but I’m so grateful that we had it. I’m glad that neither of us had to worry about rushing right back to work after the end of chemo.

We’ve spent part of this summer traveling – a week in Maine visiting my in-laws was just the refreshing change we needed. Then some time at home, followed by a long weekend-turned week in Tennessee to visit my sister. (Everyone except the tiny human got food poisoning, so that wasn’t quite as re-energizing as we’d hoped).

It’s taken longer than I’d originally planned, but I’m feeling much better. There are still some good days and some bad. I’ve just gotten better at accepting them.

I’m running again.

I’ve got another project up on the Moda Bake Shop here.

And oh yeah, I’m going to be on a podcast in December with none other than Pat Sloan!