So yesterday I walked 10 miles, day before 6 and before that 2. Well my lower back is killing me. So as my reading has it, go three days and take a day off. So today was that moment. But, cancer doesn't take a day off. It doesn't recognize black, white, male or female. It doesn't just hover around the U.K or Africa. It doesn't go around and say your rich, or your poor. It doesn't seek out Trump supports or Clinton admirers. It just strikes. It doesn't pick or choose what day, time, month or year--it just creeps in and goes for it.
So as I write this Erin didn't take a day off, and say I'll go to the doctor next week, because I am tired. Cancer has no feeling or remorse or pity or empathy for its clients. So I didn't just come home from the airport and take a nap, watch Jeopardy and put my feet up. I came home and did some intense stretching. A co-worker told me, she has a medical degree--that using a tennis ball on your lower back is outstanding, but it will hurt. The doctors told Erin to do this and that, that it will hurt. She could have said, well I'll see you tomorrow, next week or for all the cards, I'm giving up. But, she didn't--she's all in and so am I.
Life is funny; it's one hell of a roller-coaster. A marathon, that's 26.2 miles for Erin--or 26.2 miles for her and her PINK family. My lower back is so much better, the tennis balls worked and now I can touch my toes as I settle down......However when I was leaning against the front door, with the ball in between my lower back and door--my Blue Heeler snatched it right up. It took me 5 minutes to grab it and back to work. I laughed so hard.....This little guy made my night.
A huge ice storm is headed to Indiana and so I don't know if I'll be outside this weekend--but that will not stop me. This fire-hydrant has got to limber up.
So I'll leave you with this great quote--it's mind over matter..........Saying YES, I am all in, sounds so good.
Screw it, Let’s do it! Richard Branson
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