I have been busy losing the
"chemo weight" and exercising.
My eyes were always on the prize of running my first half-marathon,
something I had planned to do just two months post-diagnosis. Of course, everything came to a screeching
halt for two-plus years. I love running
and my sweet friend, Leanne, has been my coach.
Once I was able to run more
than a block or two, we entered into the Terry Fox Run with her daughter,
Carrisa. The day before the run I
noticed a lump in the back of my left knee but it didn't hurt so I ran the 5K (well,
walked as much as ran) and was very overwhelmed at the end of the run with
mixed feelings of accomplishment, my girls, of what Terry Fox has done, of
Connor, Angie and Judy, all who were taken too soon, my Gram, my friends
battling, just everything.
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