You can do it, baby.

It’s been a few weeks since my last face first meeting with the pavement, and my bruised baby leg and ego are healing quite nicely. Now for the hard part, getting my butt off the comfy couch where I’ve been nursing my injuries and watching way too much true crime. It’s time to get strong again so I can recover faster, regain my balance, and, most importantly, rebuild my confidence. If only my dog were less cute when he curls up on my lap and looks up at me with his big brown eyes like he never wants me to move.

The thing about limb loss is there are always setbacks. There is always a huge blister or a broken prosthetic piece trying to slow you down. So, when you’re as healthy and strong as possible, you are taking control of two major disaster factors. You don’t need to remind me that the C word isn’t under my control and can pop up out of nowhere like a giant middle finger because I know. I’ve lived it - Twice -  But part of healing is working on not letting thoughts of its return haunt you. So I’ll just focus on taking my vitamins, exercising, and playing the fun “have I had enough water today?” Game.

My regular doctor and I say regular because I also see two different oncologists for regular check-ins. If you know, you know - just switched his practice over to a sort of subscription-style service that would require me paying him a monthly fee in addition to my regular insurance co-pays. Immediately no. As someone who regularly maxes out her out-of-pocket fees, I cannot fathom paying another dime for the same doctor’s care. So, I obviously panicked upon receiving news of his new business model. Now, I’m on the hunt for a new doctor who will not gasp at my medical chart. Wish me luck!

Not for the faint of heart, but never boring. Life with 1.25 legs and a history of cancer is always teaching me something. Those lessons might not come until I am on the floor with no way to get back up, but alas, they come!