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!"
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 13, 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. I ranted for a year, until I got my vaccine in March 2021.
Coronary Artery Disease was the reason I restarted this blog on September 26, 2021. This time it was Don who was dealing with a worry that started with the letter "C".
Coronavirus and Cancer, Coronary Artery Disease! All are evil, but none can totally get me down... if I vent! I usually end up feeling a little more positive at the end of each post!