Being stubborn and independent in nature has worked in my favor throughout this journey. The first few days of recovery was no different. From the first morning at home, I was determined to do as much as I could by myself. I did my arm exercises, and by day two at home, I took my inside-laps-around-the-living-room-walk to a walk around a portion of our complex.
Mind you, I was not setting any land speed records, and still was rocking a Trex arm, but everyday was better than the day before. That became my new motto - today is better than yesterday. My fingers inched higher on the wall during my wall climbs, the stretches became less painful, and I could get in and our of bed by myself. It was ugly, but I could do it.
Many of those recovery days were spent having quality time with my Momma. We watched some of the silliest of show (Lifetime's Devious Maids anyone?!) and I was subjected to her "stories" on a daily basis. I did not enjoy getting a mastectomy, but I honestly did enjoy getting to spend two plus weeks literally just hanging out with my mom. We would chat, watch shows, I'd nap, she'd help with my exercises. We had no agenda, we were just being. Together. I loved it. I did feel bad that she was on her "summer vacation" and spent it inside (if there is sun out, my mom usually NEEDS to be in it) and doing a whole lot of nothing. I was thankful to have her with me during those days while Jay was at work.
I was not where I wanted to be after a couple of days, but I was progressing forward and I had to keep focused on that...
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