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The Great Fall, The Rise And Five Whole Years!
It’s been an emotional week. A week marking the fifth anniversary of two poignant moments in my timeline filled my mind with small moments that had me contemplating how fast time flies, how far I’ve come, how far I still need to go and whole lotta in betweens.
In 2014, my mum was diagnosed with an aggressive type of breast cancer – actually two different types of lumps were found. August 5th, she had a mastectomy. It was a tough go for this only child. It. Rocked. My. World! I will forever be grateful to hubs and friends who supported me through that tough time. The surgery was considered successful and her healing would begin. Knowing she had support organized, I headed back home.
One week later, August 10th, I looked forward to heading to the beach to let go of some energy and recharge with mumma nature and some good tunes. A group of us met with our ipods in hand and danced. Part way through, I fell – HARD! I knew something happened, just not sure what. My amazing group of friends actually carried me off the beach that day, set up with a blanket, umbrella and even some beach toys lol! The great fall of 2014 occurred. Turned out, I fractured my fibula and five years later I still have nerve damage and some days, the pain I feel in my leg and foot (sometimes feet) is beyond manageable.
When I told my mum, I remember her saying how bad she felt she could not come and help me. I felt the same as I knew this would limit how I could support her. We did manage to find a moment of laughter when I told her, “You didn’t think you could have all the attention did you? I mean, I am an only kid AND you did buy me a t-shirt with the words ‘it’s all about me’ on it!”
Fast forward several weeks later, I attended a workshop I had been waiting months for. I participated a lot from the sidelines. There was a song that required us to do some balancing, rising up then down and moving on to the next spot. My balance sucked, I needed the wall to support me and I melted down. I was frustrated, angry and disappointed that I could enjoy this moment as I had envisioned. Patience is not my strongest trait. In fact, my mum used to tell me that when patience was being handed out, I was in the loo.
This song, still makes me tear up five years later. I facilitated this song as part of my GROOVE playlist this past week. Now, though, instead of tears of frustration, the tears are closer to joy – the joy of knowing of how far I’ve come. My balance may still be off at times and I may be unable to do a lot of what I was able to do prior to the fall, however, I rise – even if I wobble.
A lot can happen in five years. A mastectomy, a fall, a death, an ending, a goodbye, two moves, job changes and in the end, no matter what, I still rise again.
Until next time, I wish you love, peace, joy, a chance to discover your 2.0 and no matter what, if you fall, may you rise.
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