Yesterday, during PT, I was able to take another brief stroll along the seawall. This was just my third trip to the water since last March's brain surgery and November's spine extravaganza. I didn't attempt to walk a greater distance—instead I laser beam focused on my balance, taking even, regular steps and moving in a straight, steady line.
Who knew that learning to walk again (twice in one year no less) would be such an all-encompassing, painful, SLOW ordeal? OK, the docs and PTs knew and made sure I was well aware of what I was up against. There's a difference between hearing the words 'recovery will take six months to a year or more' and accepting them.
Now, finally, I'm in less pain, getting stronger/less feeble and my stamina is on the rise. As blind as I can be to my own progress, I can see this.
HUZZAH (and about fucking time)!
|Coco's both shaking me down for treats and |
making sure I rest before the next challenge.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,Melodramatic much, Donna?
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
~ J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
He knew you can't really be strong until you can see a funny side of things.
~ Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
Maintaining my warped (or any) sense of humor—that's surely been a struggle.
A man on a thousand mile walk has to forget his goal and say to himself every morning, ‘Today I'm going to cover twenty-five miles and then rest up and sleep.’
~ Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace