Some Days Are Rough

One of the worst things about recovery... is the pain of recovery. Whether it's your incision healing and itching and you can't touch it. Or building up your muscle strength when you feel like you have nothing there. It can even be the itch on your pinky toe that you can't reach for the life of you... it all can be frustratingly painful.

Last night, I believe I suffered what could have been a spasm. Somewhere low in my back. I awoke with such alarming pain in my right hip (when it's the left side that was operated on), I was sure something was wrong. After a terrible night's sleep and extremely sore therapy... I was all to happy to go back to my room and let my body relax.Therapy has been great, and I've been moving along pretty well; but the soreness that the week has left me in, was almost too much to take today. Thank God it's Friday and I can let my body relax and tend to it's own. Don't get me wrong, of course I'll stay active and do my own exercises, but I know I can take it a little easy. 

One of the best things about recovery, is the people who give you an iron backbone of support! I couldn't thank my friends and loved ones enough. They have been the will in me to get myself to a better and improved Jen. They are my inspiration to be strong and feisty, and they are the reason I continue to carry a smile no matter the pain or hardship. They are always there for me. Following is a beautiful note a very good buddy of mine wrote just for the fighter in me!!!

Title: Purple Fighter:

The passage of time has brought us together. Friend is what we are; overtime, our bond has grown thick like the chain that keeps us linked. When I first met you, I didn’t know anything about you. The seasons flew by and here we are, friends for life. Your struggle is bearable yet, torture. I understand your pain, albeit, I see light at the end of your tunnel.

You’re warm and cool like the colors red and blue, respectively. Blended together, makes an interesting compound color. It makes sense, considering that is your favorite hue. Purple is well imbued in your veins. You’re blood stream is bright like the birthstone to your birthday. The appealing color is uplifting, encouraging, and creative to no end. You are spiritual as well, possibly see more than what’s within. I suppose it was heaven sent. 

A product of an environment that stands under the shower of a disease that you didn’t ask for, painful as it is. Yet, you still remain strong and don’t let it bother you at all. I can see it in your eyes and posture, treating it like another day in the life. With short stature and hidden muscles to my surprise, you treat it like another day, another fight.

She is the purple fighter! You fight with fists held high, eyes stern with a gaze that pierces through your enemy’s skull and possibly through the wall. With grace and mental toughness, she has the capability to fight with elegance like a purple flower that shines under the sun. No matter the weather, rain or shine, stand tall and head held high under heaven’s eye. 

“Determination” is the key that unlocks the door to her strength, such a powerful tool that is the source of her panacea to this arthritic leech. Fight hard and keep going. If ever you falter, get back up. You have my support and others as well. Get well soon and of course I bid you adieu. And one more thing, “Together we will find a cure! That is what my wrist speaks in potent volume.

Written by: Jeffrey Lescouflair