I finally was able to see my OBGYN doctor last week for a checkup post-surgery. It was a homecoming of sorts. We had not seen each other since the fateful visit in January when she gave me my biopsy test results and sent me to the oncologist later that day.
It was a joyful appointment. I don’t think I have ever hugged my doctor. We were both happy with the result. I’m sure she has other patients who don’t have as good or as quick of an outcome as I did. Everything seems to be healed up from surgery. No more stitches. They should have all been absorbed by now.
Yesterday I went for a bike ride in the wildly gusty wind. It almost reminded me of riding in Wyoming, miles of open space where the wind can gain speed just by blowing. Much of the ride I spent concentrating on the handlebars and not getting blown off the road. Yes, it was a good workout, but this time, instead of wishing it wasn’t windy, I embraced the wind and just rode.
There were many times I was reminding myself to breathe, but I never wished for a perfect day. I’ve done that many times, but yesterday was just a day to enjoy the sun, being alive and breathing. I’m all better.
