I have had this blog going for two years now. When I began this process it was simply to be a little exercise in the discipline of writing on a consistent basis and to focus on wellness and optimum health.
At some point it turned into something of a diary of sorts, a place where I could spill whatever happened to be on my mind.
Some of the posts are very well written. Others, well, there is always room for improvement. Despite the fact that I have at times wanted to explore improving the traffic on my blog, I am content with things as they are. I have also explored a few varieties of writing. Comedic, poetry, fiction and of course, my typical diary posts.
And thanks to all of you who’ve hung in there and followed this odd little journey with me.
I was moved to begin this blog the day after having had heart surgery. And here I am two years after the fact. The heart is in stellar condition. I no longer have any of my female organs as a result of cancer and as I write this my hair is growing back as are my lashes. And there are those odd hairs that I had hoped wouldn’t grow back that occur as you age. I have a long white hair that grows from my chinny chin chin.
I gained about 30 pounds through the process of chemotherapy and radiation. My mid-section as indeed been assaulted mercilessly over the last six months. Now I can put that behind me and begin the quest once again of having a healthy body, mind and spirit.
There have been times when all levels of my person have been sorely tested over this past year. And it began with such promise, as years often do.
I signed on to run my first 1/2 Marathon and lived like a nun on sabbatical for the first four months of this year. Yet the goal of optimum health once again alluded me. Instead of becoming the trim and fit running machine I’d imagined, my energy began to seep from me and I was bloating up like one of the giant balloons in the Macy’s parade.
Something was wrong.
And yes, just four days after completing the race the cancer was revealed to me.
A month later I had surgery and now I was being swallowed by the vortex known as cancer treatment. It is an enormous business and a volatile machine designed to purge any and all cancer cells from your body along with a host of good cells as well. It is merciless, intimidating and at times incredibly frightening.
As is my nature, I asked a lot of questions. I didn’t receive answers for the majority of my inquiries. I guess the thing of it is you don’t really have time to consider much in the way of options.
Upon being informed that I had uterine cancer, I wanted to rip my uterus out of my body. I wanted it gone.
I have, of course, chronicled all of this over the past several months so I’ll not delve into this once more. This is more or less just a few observations of the year that is about close. It’s been a challenging one and not just for this gal, but for many people that I know.
And any challenge, regardless of its origins, should ultimately help you become a better person. At least that’s my take on it.
The promise of 2014 now beckons. I have planted the seeds for a year that will no doubt have its challenges. I will release my book. During treatment I finally accepted that releasing it during that time was likely not a very good idea. I will continue on my health quest. My body is bouncing back remarkably fast, or so I am told. I am just three weeks past finishing off the radiation treatment. Over the holidays I decided to just let the body rest and recuperate.
2014 will be a transitional year. I will embrace the year to come just as I have years past. And always I will make the best of what is given me. 2014 though will see me commit to my passions in a way I’ve never done before.
Bring it on!