My 6th surgiversary and my annual update on how I am doing.
I'm okay.
I followed through with my 5th anniversary resolutions and lost the weight (and have kept it off) and got back into shape. I ran a 5k, a 10k and a half marathon ... if you take the term "ran" loosely ... though I was proud that my half marathon time was under 2 1/2 hours. Not by much, and a very far cry from my able-bodied running times, but for post-Herm me ... I was zen with my result.
I also hired a personal trainer (asshole) who promptly started to make me do all the things I told him I couldn't do ... you know ... squats and lunges and all things evil. It's been a ton of hard work, falling off the wagon, climbing back up on the wagon, enforcing self discipline, lapsing into debauchery, and crawling back onto that wagon again, but overall I'm winning. Best shape of my life.
But ... we'll see.
My follow up MRI in December showed something.
Not enough of a something to haul me back under the knife immediately, but enough to warrant a request that I come back in six months and they'll look again.
I've been able to keep my anxiety reasonably in check, but as the time draws closer to my follow up next month I know it will result in one of three things. a) holding steady, stay the course, b) cause for concern but let's check in again later or c) get thee to thy neurosurgeon.
I prepare for the worst but hope for the best. I have been to hell and back and survived before.
I'll keep in touch.
As always ... if you are reading this because you have found me through your own diagnosis sarahependymoma@gmail.com
