Tough! I like this word. It means strong and durable, not easily broken, and capable of great endurance. I often use to describe how things have been going lately and I have even used it to describe myself a time or two. "If life is tough, I must be tougher!" I'd say.
I didn't feel tough yesterday though. Yesterday was a hard day. I received a phone call bright and early from my GI Doctor. He wanted to go over the results of my recent Abdominal MRI. Apparently there were some images of my ilium (part of your small intestine) that came back abnormal. He is now wondering if I have Crohn's Disease on top of my Esophageal Dysmotility. The next step is a colonoscopy and multiple biopsies of intestinal tissues. Sounds like fun right, because who wouldn't want to do that?
I don't know what results I was expecting to hear, but I wasn't exactly expecting to hear that. Although I try to find a positive in every situation, this situation was a little harder than usual. So I asked my son if we wanted to go for a walk. He requested a bike ride, so we put on our coats and headed out to brave the rain. We had a blast. He ran through every puddle he could find and the bigger the better. Of course, right? Right. We ended up walking two miles with friends, and by the time we reached the house again I was beyond exhausted. I sat down to take my shoes off and immediately became overwhelmed. My body hurt, my house was a mess, I was too exhausted to start dinner, the recent results were still in my head, and I missed my mom. I lost it and turned into a puddle of tears. I don't know if this has ever happened to you, but at the exact moment I was wishing that I had someone I could call for help, I got a message from my Aunt. She happens to be one my most favorite people in the whole world and her timing could not have been more perfect. We ended up having a great conversation and I could not have been more thankful. The afternoon ended with me snuggling up with my son and the two of us falling asleep during an episode of Sherman and Mr. Peabody. I think that was exactly what both of us needed.
If you have been following along with my quest to walk 1000 miles this year, this where I am: So far I have walked 80.46 miles and have 920.54 to go. I don't know how this journey will turn out, especially with all the testing that I will be doing soon, but I am still determined to get out there and walk. Even if it is just a little bit every day.
Have a great start to your week my friends. Talk to you soon!
Hi there! Welcome to Grace In A Glass. My name is Danielle and I am so happy that you are visiting this site today. We all have something in life that we are working to overcome. I began blogging about my struggle with overcoming Esophageal Dysmotility and Crohn's Disease with the hope of reaching others with words of encouragement and hope. Thank you for letting me share my stories with you, and hope you have the most wonderful day!