An Ode To FitBit Susan

An Ode To FitBit Susan I have found motivation in the most unlikely of places: a random stranger. No, not like: I read this article and the subject of the article inspired me to be a better version of me. My motivation comes via a person added to a FitBit challenge I participate in with my friends. It is the sister of one of those friends and we will call her “Susan”. In recent weeks I actually had my mind set to []

If I was going somewhere, I was running…

I may have used this quote to name an earlier blog. I don’t care. I like it that much… Also, hitting “publish” too soon really sucks… ugh. Oh, Forrest.  One day he just decided to run and he ran until he was done. I respect that. There is no mention of his pace, his diet or the coordination of his cross-country team.  He just wanted to run.  It really does clear the mind. I “ran” my first race in NYC – the []

Pathology and Progress

During the evening of April 13th, I started to come up from anesthesia.  My husband was at my side, holding my hand.  He said (paraphrasing from my foggy memory), “It was bad. Because it was bad they had to do a lot more.  They were not able to do a vaginal hysterectomy.  They had to cut you open.  And, they took one of your ovaries.”  I remember being filled with anger and sadness and (maybe in my own head) yelling: “I told []

Ma…

Every Ma-Holiday I flip through my pictures of her, trying to find one that captures my moment in time, how I am feeling, what I miss about her. I flipped to this picture today and it tore me in two. So odd, a picture of Ma’s back. This was at the Prince, WV train station circa 2008, Mander and I were heading back to NY from WV and my parents and Al were seeing us off. The thing about this picture…I used []

Hashtag Hysteruggles

So today Daughter took me to The Walmart.  Just prior to leaving I came up with this genius idea that maybe SPANX would be just as good as the incision bindings that I have from the hospital.  AND I would be able to wear pants, not sleepers or baggy shorts, and have a shape that does not resemble a grain silo. Spanx went on, they felt goooood. I could feel normal stepping out into public. Put on my regular “these have a []

Ground Control To Major Tom…

That was a song that floated through my morphine-saturated head for a while in the hospital. Take your protein pills and put your helmet on. FIRSTLY: Thank you everyone for the well wishes, the check ins, the love.  In the days before my surgery, my phone became inundated with messages from people I never expected to hear from.  My appreciation for that is huge.  Thank you, thank you, thank you. Now the post-op report… I was told to not eat after midnight []

Writing Challenges

My surgery is on the 13th and I will have a five-seven week recovery.  While off, I want to challenge myself to write more.  I plan on picking three writing challenges (one lengthy, one the length of a paragraph and a final one the length of a sentence) and setting aside time starting in May where I write daily. Below are a few of the ones that have sparked interest. I may pull from multiple lists to create my own self-challenge.   []

The Irrationalization Of Michelle

My surgery has been moved up and will now occur on April 13th.  I am happy about this for a myriad of reasons which I will not discuss today.  Today, my thoughts go to irrational fears and coping mechanisms. When I was a kid, I remember having a discussion with friends about the “worst way to die”. There was discussion of fire, drowning and suffocation.  I had watched a news piece on Alzheimer’s and my great-uncle suffered from the disease.  To be []

Oh Daddy don’t you worry none cause Mama’s got the pill.

“The Pill” is a song that was released by Loretta Lynn in 1972 and tells the story of a wife who has a rambling husband that knocks her up yearly.  After years of being pregnant, she is happy because now she has the pill.  It was controversial when released and considered risqué with a lot of stations refusing to play it. Fast forward about 15 years from that song to 1987.  I was attending Xavier University in Cincinnati, Ohio.  That summer I decided []