Last year on this date, I wrote this post. It's hard to believe an entire year has gone by since my final cleanse. As I wrote last year's post, I remember feeling uncertain and anxious about the days to follow. I was tired, weak and terribly sick, and still recovering from the infection that kicked me to the curb. It seemed that feeling "normal" was in the far distant future and perhaps not even there at all. I still have days where I fight the demons and try to find my balance with my post Big C life, but I'm doing it. Everyday I'm doing it, some days more gracefully than others. And just this morning I ran 3.1 miles in preparation for my first 5k on Saturday. I had to wear a headband to keep my thick, curly locks at bay. What a difference a year can make!
By the way, if you see this lobster faced girl running by your neighborhood, do not be alarmed. I turn a nice shade of red when I exercise.
You can never plan the future by the past.
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