Behind my pictures of cute outfits there is a women who feels weak and at times as though she could break in half. I believed I needed to get strong to work on being strong again.
I’m not sure where I found the strength to drag my weary and broken body into a spin and yoga class, once again shielding the outside of myself with the correct attire, but today I completed my second week.
Each class has reconnected me to my body, the miracle it is and the love I had lost for it. I’m forgiving it for letting me down and realizing I might not have control over the diseases that could attack it, but I certainly do with the strength I can build to confront them.
As I approach my one year anniversary of my Stem Cell Transplant and remission, I think I might just have to celebrate by doing one mean downward doggie right there in the middle of the courtyard at City Of Hope.