The Power of Healing

I woke up today thinking -- I won't blog today. I'm not doing anything interesting. Just heading back to New York City from a relaxing spring break and getting settled back in. I'll go to physical therapy like usual. Nothing worth writing about.

Until I saw this in my mailbox.. The "Welcome Booklet" from the Boston Marathon that I

had been hoping to receive for the last 3 years. Today... I hated that ugly booklet. I hated that booklet so much I threw it o n the floor and stormed off to PT.

My Physical Therapist said this when I told her " Wow, t hat sucks. Sarah, that really sucks." And you know what? It made me feel better. Instead of sugar coating it or trying to make a bad situation good, she just said it. It sucks. With that being said, we still had to play and tug on my ankle for an hour.

The first thing she did was take my measurements.

My goal by 4/9/2011: Minimum of a 90 degree angle with my ankle.

Today: I hit 90 degrees. If not a little past!!! GO ME.

I saw my foot at 90 degrees on the hospital bed, but definitely not facing the right way. As soon as the doctors undressed me and calmed me down they had to set it back to place. They asked my dear friend Megan to leave the room for this. They told me it would be more pain than I had ever felt. They weren't lying. I'll never forget it. I'll never forget hitting 90 degrees the right way today either.

When I got home I saw a note on my fridge from my aunt. It said "believe in the power of healing." So yeah, I won't be reading this Welcome Booklet this year. But one year, I will.