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September 15, 2021 - Namaste
Well, I did it! I attended my first Yoga class, ever! It was awesome. It certainly didn’t hurt that it was at the beach!
Let’s talk about the ocean waves… It doesn’t matter what or why I am at the beach, but the sounds of the waves are so soothing, so calming, so therapeutic.
The yoga class was a calling that I needed to answer. I am no expert, but the stretching (poses) that we did woke up muscles that have been sleeping for a long time. My stretches were, well - let’s say they were elementary. But you have to start somewhere, right?
It felt good in some areas and more precarious in others. The Pedicle TRAM surgery that I had in 2019 does not like abdomen stretches. If you recall, my surgeon took stomach muscles (and fat - thank you Lord) from my belly and “attempted” to create boobs. If you’ve followed my journey from the beginning, you will remember that my left boob (breast cancer boob), did not “take”. I have been dealing with a misshapen body and lot of necrosis (dead hard tissue) on that side of the aisle, so to speak.
Good news is coming. If my October scans are clean, and I am optimistic that they will be, I can have the last of my breast reconstruction done soon (more on that, as there is a lot to say).
Back to yoga! It was just nice to take a minute for myself, clear my head and body of cobwebs that have taken up residence. I love the feeling when muscles hurt so good! I couldn’t help it, but John Cougar (and yes, I know he reclaimed Mellancamp) was playing in my head on repeat:
Hurts so good
Come on baby, make it hurt so good
Sometimes love don't feel like it should
You make it hurt so good
I do realize this song has NOTHING to do with yoga, but that is the way my brain works.
Remember my ramblings on chemo brain? Well it has been alive and well since my first dreaded infusion. It is real, it is frustrating. Jamie and Mason have become accustomed to it. They even know when I say the wrong words and really know what I intended to say. It’s almost like we have a secret language. I love that they understand me. Well, yesterday, I bordered on dementia! Before Jamie started his workday, he had poured me a bowl of cereal, sans milk. When I was ready for it, I poured the milk. I also put the milk AND the cereal box back in the refrigerator. Around lunch time, Jamie asked me (very sweetly), if I realized that I put the cereal box in the refrigerator versus the pantry. Of course I did it, but I had no recollection. I was worried that I put the milk in the pantry! It’s a little scary, but you have to roll with it.
Sigh, I digress, and I am rambling!
Back to yoga! I will never pretend to be a yogi master, but I did enjoy the serenity. It was good for my body, but more importantly, it was good for my soul. I will be back!