Motion

I miss running.
I miss being able to dance with verve.
Also miss being able to lift things heavier than a coffee mug with my right arm.
I know it's only been a little while, but it seems like an eternity.

Soon, the Zometa will hopefully heal the bone in my leg.
Next week I will have surgery to repair my arm.
I will miss my natural arm with no hardware holding it together.
But more than anything, I am grateful for these things.


I shall keep moving forward because that's what I do.
I shall keep moving.