Today is Day One.

1 Jump, 2 Hospitals, 3 Surgeries, 6 Different Antibiotics, 7 Centimeters of Tendon Removed, 10+ Doctors, 14 Weeks on a Scooter, 30 Weeks in a Boot, 126 Injections of Antibiotics, 161 Days of Pills 
483 Days of Not Being Me.

What started as laughable, turned into unfortunate, and resulted in ridiculous.  They said it would be 12 weeks. That turned into 64 weeks. I have lots of wonders about HOW and WHY the infection got in my body.
​Best as I can figure:  Shit happens...and this time it happened to me. 

Lots of people have asked if I have learned anything during this time.
1. This isn't cancer. Get over yourself.  I have this saying that we all have baggage, and everyone's baggage is the most important to them. My baggage during this was heavy.  It sucks to carry it, and it isn't convenient.
Then I see someone carrying 10 bags or 100 bags.  Some without help.  Some without hope.  It is those moments that I realize how lucky I am that my baggage is lifting and my chapter is coming to an end. 

2. No, I am not going to slow down. I'm ready for the next jump.  Many people, out of great concern, and with plenty of wisdom, have suggested maybe I go too fast.  Maybe I am too old (thanks REALLY good friends).
I probably do too much and move too fast, but that is what makes me happy. 
That is fundamentally who I am. I have to be hustling and moving to feel alive. The next jump will be smaller.   

3. I need to make meals...every time...for everyone. My village is AMAZING.  Meals. Visits. Dogwalking. Kidsitting. Playdates. Phone calls. Texts. Emails. Work coverage. It's not that I never make a meal for someone.  It's that I didn't do it everytime.  No excuses.  I know I will take more action to ensure people are cared for when they need it.  These next chapters need to be more about someone else then about me.  

The IV line is out.  The scooter is put away. There is still a long road ahead, but it is time to close the previous chapter to open the next.  Today is Day One.