I’ve come a long way since my last post at the beginning of March. Hello, it’s May now?!!! Good, gracious. Since then, I began and finished physical therapy (though I should definitely be doing more with stretching than what I am currently). I have also started training for my next half marathon; I’m not going to lie, that’s been a challenge. I’m not sure why returning to fitness after this last surgery has been so difficult. I’m just finding my heart has not been in it as of late. Given that I’ve registered for a race, though, I have no choice but to step it up.
I may not have been exercising in the traditional sense, but I’ve been active in general. In fact, life has pretty much looked like this:
If two trips to Home Depot and landscaping with 20+ bags of mulch doesn’t count as exercise, I don’t know what does!
Home Sweet Home
In general, I’ve enjoyed my time at home this year. Recovering isn’t fun, but the projects I’ve been able to accomplish have lent to a general sense of satisfaction. In fact, my house has never looked so good, which is fortunate because we just listed it for sale! Eek! We are in the process of transferring back to Michigan. My hubby chose to take job back in our hometown so we can be closer to family. He has not been a fan of the Houston area commuter life and has said, many times, he feels like he lives on the freeway; I can’t say that I blame him.
Our house has been a labor of love. This is our fourth home together. On June first, we will be closing on our fifth. When we purchased this house it was a rental in its past life. It had old carpet, an old roof and A/C, a dated kitchen, etc. I’ve learned how to remove old caulk and apply new, refinish kitchen cabinets, and perfected my mad painting skills inside and out. I’ve invested a lot of love into this property. It’s here that I watched my kids grow from littles into big kids. Now, it’s been staged to sell and I have my first showing in an hour!
Saying Goodbye is Never Fun
I had a going away girls’ night on Saturday. My Texas friends have become my family. These women have seen me at my best and worst. They’ve seen me grow as a mom and person. They’ve had my back when I had my surgeries, and they’ve become like aunts to my kids. I know I can count on them to be there for me, and I am so sad to be leaving them. In fact, I have been so stressed about going that I burst into tears in front of my realtor and home photographer yesterday. I don’t cry much, but this process has made me very emotional.
I had these surgeries so quickly because I didn’t want to feel like a ticking time bomb, but also because I knew my time was limited to be so close to such a fantastically skilled medically community and with such fantastic friends as a support network. My hometown is rather in the middle of nowhere, and you can’t beat the experts in Houston. I can’t say enough for the staff at MD Anderson. They took excellent care of me, and I can leave Texas knowing I have my health under control.
To New Adventures
I’m not done posting about life as a previvor. In fact, I have plans to become more involved in the previvor community. I’ll be sure to post when those become official. Let’s just say, that I feel I want to give back to my BRCA community, and I’ll looking into some volunteer work after I’m settled in my new home.
As always, if you have questions about my experiences as a previvor, comment away!