Thank you for reading that last post. And commenting! I love comments!
Gingerzingi's last comment, about new opportunities, deserves another post.
I know I will get there. I do. I know I'll need to find some way to move (without hurting) and to stay fit. And I know yoga will probably be it, especially after MadAnne's ringing endorsement.
It sounds silly, but I'm going through some kind of grieving process right now, one that has me completely wiped out.
It's. Not. Brain. Cancer.
I have to keep telling myself that. I'm not going to die from osteoarthritis.
But every time my husband takes off for his daily walk, I'm sad.
Every time I think about all the pictures I used to take, I'm sad.
Every time the humidity is low and the sun is high and the breeze is gentle and I think I'd like to go for a walk … I'm just so sad that I know it's going to hurt and do more damage.
Having just learned about this, I suppose I should expect to feel something. I've no choice but to accept it. Cartilage doesn't miraculously regrow.
Right now, though, I'm missing my walking more than ever, and not quite ready to go through that door. Maybe just writing it down will spur me to at least investigate possibilities.
Maybe.
It's not brain cancer.
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