You know you’re not gonna get primo news when your medic starts with “your spine is a mess.” Yes, I know my spine is the biological equivalent of a Jackson Pollock painting but are my tumors screaming “get this broad into the OR, STAT” or no?
No, they are not. All is not well but I’m stable-ISH for now. This is good but I have questions which didn’t occur to me until this morning. DOH!!! I sent off an email and will hopefully hear back from him (or one of his nurse practitioners) soon.
Bad news (besides brain tumors continuing to thrive—I gotta stop fertilizing them) is that, with my banjaxed spine, he doesn’t feel I’ll ever be able to walk without assistance again. My reply? “I plan on proving you wrong. Bet.”
Plotkin then had me walk down the long corridor (using my trusty rollator) while he watched. The good doc was surprised and impressed.
Between my physical therapist (who I saw yesterday morning) and Plotkin, I’ve got new schemes and goals. With the weather improving, I have to get outside and build up my walking distance. The aim is to be able to walk a mile (or more) by the time of my next appointment in October. At this point, the most I can do in one go is 3/8ths of a mile but it’s not like I’ve been able to get out in the stiff winds, snow and cold rain. I know this is New England but, c’mon, how long can winter weather conditions possibly last?
More exercising, less doomscrolling, and a side of fun books is the plan. I’m on it. Meanwhile, here—have a few pics.
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| Wayne Thiebaud, Gumball Machine |
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| Cat crossing (OR flying cat warning) sign in Japan |
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