I wrote about how a few days ago I woke up and felt that this whole cancer business was behind me.
Today, after work, I went to the gym, determined to really work out. To push myself, and see what I could do.
40 minutes later I was red faced, and dripping sweat. Real, hard earned sweat.
And it felt so good.
As I lay stretching, I had a moment of feeling sorry for myself. Of wanting the whole gym to appreciate me being there, to understand what I have been through, pat me on my back, and send me on my way.
And then I thought, get over yourself.
You are alive.
You are capable of anything.
And the only person who needs to appreciate what you have been through is you.
Heal and Deal.