It is Helping Me in My Life's Races
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I will often compare my live a race. A lot can be learned for Running.
The Orange Page Cover Running in it Physical and Figurative Lessons.
|Posted by Cameron on May 2, 2012 at 7:45 AM||comments (53)|
So far, I shared with you the first couple weeks I had with leukemia. I will continue to write Running with Cancer, but I am now going to begin writing it as entries daily that will consist of the good and bad highlights and ways I endured through. I will go back and fill in the holiday season when the Official Running with Cancer Online Book. Now, to boost site activity I entroduce Running with Cancer LIVE.
|Posted by Cameron on April 30, 2012 at 7:25 AM||comments (0)|
The past several weeks have been a l lot to for me to endure through. My dying disease came back very strong and I required weeks of intensive care. Now, I am working on walking again and regaining my strength. I'm working everyday to regain my endurance in this race.
|Posted by Cameron on March 20, 2012 at 10:55 AM||comments (3)|
Even when my race is over, like in all other races, I will turn around, cheer on my teammates, and do everything in my power to make sure everyone has the chance to finish.
|Posted by Cameron on March 15, 2012 at 9:25 AM||comments (0)|
Another day passed before the word discharge was introduced into the atmosphere of the room. It was that word of hope that I would be going home soon, to my own house, and get my own food. If all went well the next couple of days, I would be out that weekend and be sleeping in my own bed. Today was the day I was going to be discharged. It was a very, very slow day. Before we could leave, I had to receive my last dose of chemo for this visit, and the pharmacy was not speeding the process up at all. I spent all day waiting, getting bored on Charlie Brown movies, and hoping that I would make it out today. As soon as the chemo arrived, Dad went to pick up all the meds I would need at home, he returned with a grocery bag filled to the top of bottles and containers. It was somewhat overwhelming knowing that I would need all of those, but after the discharge nurse explained that most of them were “only as needed”, I felt a little better about the bag. The nurse also explained special precautions that needed to be followed in my house such as keeping things clean, no sick visitors, no plants, and no pets. Luckily, the only non-humans in our household were fish and frogs, both which I could easily avoid. I was happy to be ready to be on my way. Going home was a sense of independence. As soon as Dad signed the discharge papers, we were out the door of my room. Now would be the time that I would finally learn the way out. This was the longest walk I had been on in two weeks. Only then did I discover how bad the muscle loss was. I got into the car and started thinking to myself. This wasn’t like coming home from vacation, or swim practice, or school. When I walked through the threshold my door, I would be entering a new life.
|Posted by Cameron on March 15, 2012 at 8:30 AM||comments (0)|
The Past Week has been a tough hill to run through. My legs hurt, I feel weak, I am tired, but the hill doesn't stop, so neither will I.
|Posted by Cameron on March 5, 2012 at 1:35 PM||comments (0)|
The higher you raise your pain scale, the fraction of pain in other challenges becomes smaller.
|Posted by Cameron on March 1, 2012 at 11:25 AM||comments (0)|
Being able to overcome any challenge is something that takes a challenge to develop. If there is nothing to introduced for you to overcome, then you never notice how hard it can be. And once you have an experience, you may notice that overcoming challenges may not be such a challenge for you.
|Posted by Cameron on February 28, 2012 at 11:00 AM||comments (0)|
Being room bound did not do much for muscles, but make them soft. Even with the occasional visit from P.T., a 10-minute bike ride never could compare to the stress and strengthening that I received from 8 hours in the pool a week or my seven-mile runs. It was going to be hard to regain that muscle, but I would work towards it… when I got home. But now it was time for Thanksgiving and I had lots to be thankful for. Thanksgiving morning got a haircut from a good friend. I decided that before it started to fall out in clumps, I would just get it really short to start. I liked my look with a buzz, and it was something I never would have attempted if I hadn’t had leukemia. This look was something to be thankful for. It would be a different type of holiday this year. We wouldn’t be making the trek to our grandparents’ and we wouldn’t get to see all of the cousins, but we still would get turkey. I “let” Mom take a trip home to prepare the meal, and let off some stress, the night before. My sisters were in charge of the rest of the meal. I was thankful they could cook. Our celebration was a good one. The whole family was together. We devoured the turkey, the pie and my three-cup bowl of mashed potatoes. It might not have been the usual party, but all was content, and all were thankful.
|Posted by Cameron on February 27, 2012 at 7:35 PM||comments (0)|
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|Posted by Cameron on February 24, 2012 at 1:30 PM||comments (0)|
As we run through life, we step into many moments, both good and bad, but as long as we don't change our shoes too much, there is nothing we can't handle. Currently, I am stepping in mud, and when I get out of the mud, it will leave a trace on everything else I step on. This can be a good thing as long as I am positive in the mud, so that the trail I later leave is a good one. The mud may stain my shoe, but it will not change the brand or the foot inside, only build up its character.