The Sprint

While Kate Bush is Running Up That Hill, I’m sprinting full-speed at that wall. Which wall? The one called December 5th. Tuesday. Surgery Day.

I guess this sprint is my attempt to maintain control in a situation that is largely out of my control. I refuse to let this C word (cancer) ruin the C season (Christmas).

So I sprint.

Decorations are up. Gifts are purchased. Christmas cards are ordered. Stamps are in my purse. Lillian has an upcoming dance, so I ordered not one, but three dress options. I’m working out and walking my 10,000+ steps per day. All until I hit that wall on Tuesday.

So what happens after I hit the wall?

I don’t know. 

I know I’ll be in pain. I know I won’t be able to lift my arm very high, which means shirts that button, zip, or tie. I won’t be able to lift over 5 lbs. I’m super sad to be little help with laundry and vacuuming. So. So. Sad.

How does a semi-control-freak like me deal? I find little things to control I think.

I got my hair done because nobody should have to recover with all those grays.

And because recovery doesn’t have to be ugly, I went to H&M and bought a comfy cute set including high-waisted wide-leg sweatpants and a matching cropped zip-up hoodie. And fuzzy socks that will supposedly moisturize my feet while I sit there. We’ll see.

I bought one of those “boyfriend pillows” I used to have in college on the recommendation of my plastics team.

So, not to worry friends. I will be cute, comfy, and have proper back support while I sit binging Hallmark Christmas movies and The Crown.

I have a few more days to sprint. We’re heading to the Little Italy Tree Lighting tonight, I’m taking Lillian to our annual Nutcracker tradition tomorrow, I’ll get to have lunch with my dad on Monday. 

Then it’s Tuesday. Game Day. Maybe I won’t hit that wall after all. I’ll just climb right on over top and keep on going.