In April of 2016, due to some serious arm twisting done by my daughter, I walked a 5k with her. She thought I needed a push, to restart recovery from a stem cell transplant. I was afraid I couldn’t do it, despite months of walking as training. I was afraid I would make a fool of myself or embarrass her. I was afraid race officials would take down the finish line before I reached it.
I was afraid.
But, in one hour and one minute, I finished.
The next morning I saw the unmistakable dimple of breast cancer.
Mammogram, ultrasound, and biopsy confirmed what I already knew. And I was amazingly calm, probably because of the two previous cancers. So I methodically went from surgery to chemo (and attendant hair and fingernail loss) to radiation. But I was out of commission for six months for the walking that had become a habit. And a year later, I haven’t regained that mojo.
I keep seeing television commercials for a 5k run/walk to be held in late April. I took a chance and asked my son if he would walk it with me, and he said “Yes”! Now it’s time for me to crank up the walking again. Because I’m already feeling the twinges of the fears from the last time.
I’ll keep you posted.