A year ago, on the 13th of July 2021, I started my first round of chemo. I was hospitalised and connected to oxygen at the time (my tumour was so large that it had collapsed both of my lungs, and my lung capacity was well below 35%).
My last run was 1.2km on the 3rd of May 2021, done at a crawling pace on a treadmill. My lungs couldn’t carry me through my runs, and I had started feeling it from April 2021, but tried to push through it as my GP insisted that I was OK.
Today is the last day of July, 2022. This is my running distance for the month:
Running was one of the things that I missed the most while I was hospitalised and then throughout chemo and the months immediately after treatment, when my body was too broken down to carry me through a run. Words cannot express what running means to me. They just can’t.
I ran more than a 100 kms this month, lacing up for 21 times, getting back to a baseline of 5k runs five times a week. Despite the heat. Despite the humidity. Despite my lungs and my PTSD.
I only wish there was a way to send a message back to the me that lay in that hospital bed connected to the chemo IV, to let her know where I’d be a year from then.
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graysummers
Phenomenal inner spirit. Phenomenal outcomes. Well done. All the best. 👍
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writingatlarge
Thank you!
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Andrea
That is simply amazing! Present you deserves much credit for getting back to something that meant so much to you despite astonishing obstacles. I feel your pride and great joy reading this accomplishment!
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writingatlarge
Thank you!
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teresalinecomcastnet
So happy for you and the exhilaration you must feel from how far you’ve come over the past year. Bravo and all good wishes moving forward!
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writingatlarge
Thank you!
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miatagrrl
So good to hear! Congratulations for getting to this point — and now beyond, I’m sure!
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writingatlarge
Thank you!
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