This quote reminds me of times my mom would send us out to play. The sport might have been soccer or softball, field hockey or basketball; her wish for us was always the same.
There was a bit of joy and playfulness in her, "Go,have fun, play hard, get dirty".
Even as a little kid, I knew it was cool to have a mom who knew that having fun, doing my best, and getting dirty was what made the game a winner. No doubt, I was still very competative. But it was just perfect that I would be asked if I had fun and got dirty.
Today I continue in this journey of recovery. Yesterday was, by far, on of the most difficult days I have. I am experiencing an incredible amount of nerve pain. The top of my foot is so sensitive that even the slightest touch has me in tears.
Yesterday was the first follow up. I got my first glimpse of Frankin-Foot. The removal of my stiches from 3 incision sites was excruciating. I kept breathing. I kept believing.
The next step was to go from a plaster splint and ace badage (allowing the top of my foot to breath) to a full hard cast. The pain was awful.
There was no relief from the nerve pain, there was constant pressure. It is as if ice cold knives would not stop cutting me.
Today is better. The swelling has subsided a bit, relieving the pain on the top of my foot. I will listen to Winston Churchill, and remember that it is the courage to continue that matters.
I hold on to lessons from my mom; knowing that my spirit is lighter when I find something to enjoy.
I keep breathing. I keep believing.
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