In April I was almost ready to run my 30th marathon. In the rest of 2014 I probably would've run by 31st and maybe two more.
Instead I spent May June and July in a hospital bed. I had my blood filtered through a hole in my carotid artery. I had chemotherapy. I learned what an EMG test is, Google it, I needed three of them.
I asked my doctors, top doctors, what would have happened to me if I was out of shape?I They said that being in marathon shape help me survive. Survive?! That made sense to me. I always felt it was important to stay fit because some random crappy thing could happen to anyone. People get hit by truck's people get cancer people get really sick and if you're not fit it could be the last thing that happens to you.
I spend July, August and a chunk of September in a rehab facility. Really a nursing home with the gym. Not so much fun but I regained enough strength to go home.
I didn't know how wonderful it would be to be home till I was separated from my home. The hospital was like a prison with an indeterminate sentence. I hated being separated from my family. Being visited sucked,I wanted to be home with my family
Now I'm home I'm with my family and I have a little bit of control over my life. I can't do everything I want to do but I do understand that I have a long road ahead of me. I don't know how long the road is but I know all I have to do is keep moving at a steady pace and I'll get there.
Good riddance 2014.
Bring on 2015