Today I endured almost 10 hours of tests. I was poked prodded, scanned, talked too and declared still healthy. Great News, I know!
But, there was a but! I hate exceptions! Today's was pointed. My achilles tendon is inflamed! It has hurt after my last few runs, it is stiff EVERY day. There is a spot that lights up on the MRI. It should be OK, but it isn't normal and I have to be careful.
My surgeon says I am healthy beyond what she ever expected. My sensation, my strength at my ankle given that my tumor was on the nerve is apparently amazing. I love that, but... The but is my ankle has been radiated and cut up, it will never be normal. No act of will on my part will make it so.
I know I shouldn't be sad, but I am. I want this behind me. I want to not have limits placed on me; however, sadly my reality is different. If I didn't respect my surgeon so much I'd have fought this, but I know she knows me, she knows my ankle, and she's worried. A ruptured radiated achilles would be BAD. I can accept limitations to avoid that. I can, really!
So, the good news I'm healthy. The bad news, I have to be careful.
I can deal. Getting and recovering from cancer in my ankle woke me up from being in horrible shape. A caution isn't a bad thing. I'm good, really I swear I am!