Kenny participated in his first in-person RunDisney race yesterday! I dipped by toe back into racing with some very different parameters and participated in a 5K with Kenny, my bionic foot. I am thankful. Thankful that I can move and walk with minimal pain. Thankful that I could investigate if there was still magic at…
It is no secret that I love the Olympics. I love them so much, I’m using a week of PTO to watch as much as possible. I woke up at 5:40 am to see events live so that nothing was spoiled. I watch the sports with as much vigor as some play them. This is…
I wrote on the very last page of my journal today. A beautiful stained glass design adorns the outside of this journal containing record of tears and triumphs. This journal that has accompanied and chronicled a year of my life. 2023- full of ovaryactions and changes in my body and my heart. A time when…
Through has become my favorite and least favorite of all the prepositions. It also represented my 2023 better than any other word I’ve found. I choose two words each year. One on January 1st for the upcoming year as a hope for the blank year ahead, and one on December 31 as a reflection of…
What happens when God sticks his ‘but’ in your story?
What happens in your heart when you lose an ovary on Mother’s Day?
I’m doing a marathon. And a half marathon. And a 10 K and a 5 K. But I promise, I’m not crazy. I have chosen to register for the Virtual Dopey Challenge through RunDisney this year to celebrate how far I’ve come. I had surgery almost two years ago to recreate a left foot that…
Sometimes life is trash. Grief, loss, pain, disappointment and blocked goals abound throughout our time on earth. We’ve all dealt with some level of them and all will deal with more before our time here is done. If you have read this blog for any amount of time, you’ve journeyed through my valley alongside me.…
You may consider it weird that I took a day off of work to celebrate the “birth” of my bionic foot. Kenny was the chosen name of the cadaver bone that now resides in my heel. This once-patella-now-calcaneus wedge of bone is having a second life… and so am I. My foot was irrevocably shifted…
If I had to summarize my experience in 2021, it would be both humbling and healing. I was humbled in ways I have never been before. Post reconstructive surgery, I needed help to drive, to get to appointments, to shower, to wash my clothes, and to remember what day it was. I am fiercely independent…
