Learning to soar above the pains and hurts this world delivers.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

I blame cancer.

Well, It's been well over a year since my last post! Let me explain my absence...

In December of 2011 I was diagnosed with synovial sarcoma, a soft-tissue sarcoma (aka cancer) in my left foot (where the arch meets the heel, underneath). It had been there, misdiagnosed as a lipoma, somewhere between 15 and 20 years. During 2011 it started to grow rapidly and became more painful than anything I had experienced (well, possibly rivaling kidney stones anyway). I was getting maybe an hour or two of sleep at night, max. And that's even on prescribed pain killers!

I had the mass removed in December (before they found out it was cancerous and which friends affectionately named Frank). Then went to many doctor appointments after that to determine a plan of action on removing more tissue and reconstruction of my foot afterward. February 14, 2012 I went in for the first, and worst, surgeries. They removed almost all of my heel and a good portion of the arch as well. Then took skin and fat from my thigh (the scar runs almost from my hip to my knee on my left leg) to reconstruct the foot. I spent the next two months sitting with my foot elevated (Letting it drop or dangle could have sent too much blood flowing which could have blown through the stitches on the tiny vessels and veins and such that my plastic surgeon micro-sutured.) then a month more of letting it dangle for 10 minutes at a time. Then another month of letting it dangle but not being able to put pressure on it. Then a few weeks of tip-toeing. Then being able to walk after that, but it was so sore I could only go short bursts before having to rest it. It wasn't till the end of the year before I could actually walk like a normal human being again (remember when it started, I was a pre-teen and since then had NEVER walked on that heel - I had to relearn how to walk completely!).

During the past year I gained about 25-30 pounds, just sitting non-stop, not moving, not being able to even take a walk. I'm desperately waiting for spring to come so I can start working on losing this absurd amount of weight I've gained (yes, absurd for me - This is the heaviest I have ever been, even after both of my kids I weighed less!). I am so uncomfortable in my clothes (though the husboy will be sad - Bye bye 32F boobs! haha), I can't wait to get back down to a size 5 in jeans. CANNOT WAIT. I have so many more clothing options at that point! And I will be going shopping again. To celebrate, of course.

That's about all I can do right now, I've got a Finley needing attention suddenly. ;)