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I
sat in the doctors office today for 2 and a half anxious hours surrounded by a
complete freak show. I can only call the people in the orthopedic surgeons
office freaks because I was (am) one of them. Canes, crutches, walkers,
wheelchairs, limp they had it all. In the last 6 months I have used all of the
above at one point or another. Just whe I felt like I was done, the finish line
was in sight, my doctor tattooed his initials, DGL, with permanent marker onto the longest scar along
my leg.
I knew exactly what it meant. That was
the first thing he did when he saw me in the emergency room 6 months ago. He explained my next surgery, the
removal of plates, will be tomorrow at 7am. Anywhere between 0-2 nights in the hospital and I can ease
myself off crutches when ready. 2
weeks of no exercise and then freedom to do anything I want. According to him,
“it’s a piece of cake.”
Last year on July 31 I was standing at the
starting line of the San Francisco marathon with one goal in sight: Boston. I
needed to run the San Fran marathon and break my PR to run boston. This year on
July 31 I need to undergo another serious surgery to run Boston. But Boston’s
not the only goal in sight anymore. There are other goals that are even more
important now. Like learning to appreciate everything I can do and everyone I
have around me. And how about
walking without a limp? That would be nice too.
