Writing this blog from my laptop while hangin’ out at a rehab facility. Why? You ask. Because I just became a statistic. A week ago Tuesday, I had a slip and fall in the shower. How’s that for graceful … and certainly the last thing I needed at this point. Just to make it so much more special, it happened on my birthday. Plus, I was alone. It just got better and better.
Fortunately, a neighbor was going by and I was able to flag her down and they called 911. Initially thought it was a dislocated hip, but turns out I broke my right femur. Getting me out of our tiny bathroom and onto the gurney was quite a challenge, but the fire department EMTs were wonderful. Well, naturally I ended up in the hospital and had to have surgery to insert a rod into my right thigh. Lolled about in the hospital for a week before I was transferred to a rehab center just this past week. Should be here for around two weeks, getting physical therapy three times a day and believe me — they work you sumthin’ fierce. I keep trying to tell myself that in the long run, the hard work will be worth it. Just a little hard to see that now and I gotta say that this break hurts more than anything else I’ve ever gone through. Doesn’t really help that I’m still limited with my left hip. My mobility is nearly shot, but there is no doubt that I will have some terrific upper body strength when this is over.
Obviously, this break is the last thing I need at this time. Things were going well with both my left hip and the chemo treatment. Now I just gotta get this matter healed and then I can get back to beatin’ cancer’s butt.
And repeat after me … YOU ARE A CANCER WARRIOR.