Of calories, strength and joy


It’s not just about the calories I burn and the strength I build. I keep running within the metropolis parks because in every run, I keep discovering new things about the city. I continue knowing myself. It makes me appreciate life. It gives me joy in understanding myself and my surroundings. After all, happy people are those who know how to appreciate a simple view no matter what or where it is. It just requires one to know himself, looking at the brighter side of every thing, every time.

But that was yesterday. It has been 5 months since I last jogged. Not out of my not wanting or doing it because I was limited to not doing it, medically. I had a spine surgery early in February. It really was not my choice but a decision me and my surgeon had to jointly decide on because of the need. And the rest is history.

Today, I am feeling all the pain in my legs. And back. Again.

Tomorrow? It has become uncertain since the day I was promised by the surgeon to become better and be able to go back to my usual activities in a period of two months. I was told to be able to go back to swimming, running and surfing. To date, I still am not able to do any of these.

Wherefore now, will the calories, strength and joy take their abode?

Will you walk with me?

Tondol Beach

Choosing to heal


Hurried.

Harassed.

I was told of a herniated disc by the doctor. Laminectomy performed. And the whole gamut.

The lawyer said, I have a good fight and will surely win the case. He also uttered that I must be ready to endure a battle that is ugly. I paused, thought and looked for what is good, in the middle of all the bad things that had happened in the recent past.

That’s when I thought of my mom. She’s always understanding. Forgiving. Patient. Kind. The qualities I tend to forget of having and to showing when confronted up front by issues, people and events that are nonetheless out of my control.

The moment I talked to her, I was told to focus on what is good, staying away from the troubles caused by the doctor. To be well as fast as I could is the most important, mom said.

Days. Weeks. Months. I am getting better. Now only with the scar to remind me of how gory doctors can get and the danger of being unable to perform my daily activities, I have to keep up with my health no matter what. And the best medicine I’ve got from mom? Pieces of advice that equate to peace of mind. I was made to understand, it was the first step to healing.

Forgive.

Forget.

Keep moving. Nothing in between.


Exactly a year ago today at 6:00PM, I went under the knife. Something I did not want, laminectomy due to herniated disc at L4, L5. I was made to believe that it’s something I needed. Only after the surgery that I knew that my decision to be in unison with my surgeon’s call to finally open my back is to become the most important in my first 31 years and soon after most regretful but hopefully not straight through to the next 31 years. When I made the decision, never did I know that any surgery relating to the spine is so critical that it may change your life, be it during the surgery itself or soon after the operation is done. I must say, I am strong to have survived the 8-hour procedure which should have only been for 4 hours maximum according to the surgeon.

And the whole gamut.

Difficult as it is, I choose not to scribe my way to recovery. I’ve been through a lot and I chose not to go through them again. And I am for certain, the whole experience is by far the greatest lesson. That if I were to come across people who would be faced with the same situation to consider surgery as a means to get well, I would ask them to work with a less aggressive medical practitioner first. Someone who is conservative and would put them on medication and physical therapy first. Overtime, if nothing progresses, then maybe take the route to surgery. Again, not as the first option.

I’m no expert in human anatomy or medicine in general but since the 10th of February in 2012, I have since realized that your body has limits. That if you go beyond the limits, you will have to pay back.

Listen to what your body is saying. Trust even what your body is not saying. There’s only you and your body, nothing comes in between.

 

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2012 in review


The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 10,000 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 17 years to get that many views.

Click here to see the complete report.

Give up tomorrow


It’s been 10 months since I last had laminectomy done in my back. It’s been that long since I last had a jog at the park.

It’s been 4 months since I last posted a blog. It’s been that long since I have not shared my thoughts and feelings.

Now I’m back again. Perhaps to experience the saddest Christmas since I’ve come to realize what it’s worth.

Earlier today, my doctor dropped the bomb. His diagnosis was right.

Dextroscoliosis of the upper thoracic vertebrae. Give up tomorrow.

Surfbreak 2011

No matter how joyous I get each time I do things I love, I just need to give up on some for a greater cause.