I expected to be sore at first. I brushed my teeth with my left hand. I found button down shirts to avoid the painful reminder of lymph node removal. (The tumor removal doesn't even bother me) But 11 days later, I'm still wincing when the car drives over a speed bump or when I try to chop vegetables or I lift an arm to blow- dry my hair...
Then I remember I can walk. I'm not trying to carry a coffee mug with crutches. I'm not confined to the couch, hushing young children. I'm not lying flat, in throbbing pain. And most of all I am not enduring this for a lifetime. This soreness is a tiny reminder that I'm alive and healing. Every time I feel a zing or a zap of pain... I'm just going to announce (in the tone of my choosing) "Hallelujah...that hurt!"
Cancer - Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 17, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!