I awoke this morning feeling like a Mack Truck ran over me in the night. I’m stiff and sore and obviously, the pain meds have worn off.It hurts to move.It hurts to lie still.It’s been a week since my surgery and although I have more mobility in my arm, my chest is screaming from tightness.
It’s winter in my heart. A lonely, barren, cold place today. I search inside of me for signs of life, but the sun hasn’t shone here for days, weeks maybe and the bulbs of my heart are holding tightly to the dark, wet dirt of my soul.
I’ve thought a lot about what to share on my breast cancer surgery. I want it to be informative, a little about the emotional side and a little bit of humor thrown out there in order to capture the experience in a way that’s meaningful, but still reflects my own personal experience and personality.
I like to rise early and enjoy a cup of coffee, sit in the quiet before my day begins and the hustle of life kicks into high gear.I have much in my head these days, and ponder life and meaning often.Cancer can do that to you I guess, redirect your focus, change your priorities and cause you to question everything about your life.
One of the things you look forward to when you get your pilot’s license is flying somewhere to eat. In my neck of the woods, it’s the Pik-n-Pig in Carthage, NC. It’s one of the most talked about fly-in places around, and one that everyone looks forward to flying to for one of their cross country flights. This will be my first time to The Pig, as it’s affectionately known among my pilot friends.
I’ve always been a goal setter. I can’t remember a time I haven’t made a list for helping me follow through on anything I set my mind to accomplish. I usually break it up into small, but achievable chunks. I don’t even know who taught me to do this; I’ve just always done it. It seems to be woven into the thread of who I am.